Sunday — March 17
It was sunny outside today. Angela wished she could go out and enjoy the weather, but because of what had been happening lately—the threats and all that—she didn't even try to ask Gael if she could. Perhaps she could get some sun on the rooftop garden in a bit. Maybe he would be okay with that. It looked like Gael needed some air too.
Last night, after they put Giovanni to bed, Gael was sullen. He cleaned up his desk in the office and went to bed with her, trying to cool himself down from the frustration he'd had against his uncle. Angela didn't want to put any more stress on him, so she just lay with him in bed and hugged his side as they slept.
His mood seemed better in the morning. They showered together and made breakfast in the kitchen. Angela only observed Gael, thinking what she could do for him.
