Excuse

Eduardo's Point Of View

I sat in my office, staring at the pictures spread out in front of me. I had ordered Nate to investigate the flowers I had seen outside Aurora's house and what she had been up to recently. It was incomprehensible to me that someone was gifting her flowers. Who was the person? What was their job? Their gender? I wanted to know everything.

I picked up one of the pictures from the table and studied it intently. In the picture, Aurora's face was drawn and exhausted. Her usually radiant skin appeared dull and lackluster, and the dark circles under her eyes testified to her sleepless nights. Her frame seemed diminished, and her clothes hung loosely on her once vibrant body. The sparkle in her eyes, which had once captivated me, was now just a distant memory.

"She now works at a small coffee shop a few minutes' drive from her place," Nate said, licking his lollipop loudly as he swiveled in his chair.

"What does she do after work?" I asked, my voice tinged with impati