Three months. How much can change during those days? Was Milo doing okay? Where was he? Was he out getting drunk and wasting his youth? Oh my goodness, what about the art gallery that she had invested five entire years into? What was going to happen to it?
Isabelle, how was she fairing? Estella, who was paying her cheques? Did the world move on whilst Lina was asleep, or was everyone affected by her?
There was no remedy to this situation. Lina knew she could only take everything one step at a time.
"O-okay…" Lina tried to process his words. She tried to silence her neverending questions. There was no release from the shackles of her thoughts.
"One day at a time," Kaden instructed her. "We'll start slow. Don't head dive into everything."
"But Milo, the art gallery, Isabelle, and Estella, and—"
