50. A horrible memory.

Four months ago flashback.....

Adrian's pov

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Gabriella walked in, carefully balancing a tray of breakfast.

"Good morning, lover boy," she said, smiling as she set the tray on my lap.

I looked at the food - slightly burnt toast, runny eggs, and bacon that looked a bit too crispy. "You didn't have to do this," I said, touched by the gesture.

"I wanted to," Gabriella replied, perching on the edge of the bed.

I took a bite of the eggs. They tasted... odd. Not bad, just different. Maybe it was because Gabriella wasn't the best cook. I made a mental note