Mila POV
I woke up early, the remnants of last night's turmoil clinging to me like a damp blanket. The morning light seeped through the curtains, illuminating the stark silence in the room. I felt a heaviness in my heart as I glanced at Armando, still asleep, his features soft in the early light. I wanted to reach out to him, to bridge the growing chasm between us, but something held me back. I rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and made my way to the bathroom.
