Ana’s POV

    Today was the first day of court for my case against Tiffany, and it should be the easiest. I had plenty of proof against her. I know Tiffany. She never admits to any wrongdoing. She is going to show up, act innocent, and hope that the jury is filled with men. Yeah, good luck with that.

    Charlie was wearing ck dress pants and a ck button-up shirt, and he looked yummy. If we didn’t have to be at court early, I would have taken him right back to bed after he got dressed.

    Jon and Drew picked us up in the SUV and drove us to the courthouse. I hadn’t mentioned how nervous I was, but Charlie already knew. He held my hand in his and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. I wish he could sit next to me in court, but it would just be me and Rodney sitting at the table. Charlie assured me that they would be right behind me. He told me that Tiffany would never be able to get her hands on me again.

    Zera’sshes fluttered, and she heard grunting soundsing from outside the bedroom. Daniel had offered her the bedroom for herfortst night. He told her he will stay in the living room and when she insisted; he told her the couch wasfortable, and that he hadid in there most days.

    She gave in and epted his offer of the bedroom. And after bathing and changing into the clothes he brought, she went to bed.

    Sleep didn’te, her mind had no rest. She wanted to remember everything, but the more she tried, the harder it became. Daniel told her everything he knew about her. Her job, her son, her rtionship with Aaron and her family, and they created a sort of image in her mind but not an actual memory of them. She felt as if those memories were locked in a room and she needed a key to open it. It wasn’t far away; she knew it, but needed a key, perhaps a click in her mind that would send them alling back. Also, judging from what Daniel told her about herself, she was very much human. At least, until thest time he saw her.

    She thought about the ident, what could have caused it and, most importantly, why she had energy as if she wasn’t involved in one yesterday. The doctor had spoken about the mysterious disappearance of her wounds and also the presence of her strength. She knew the only ones with the answers were the ones she ran from at the hospit al and she couldn’t trust them.

    The grunting noiseing from outside wasn’t loud, but she had somehow heard it from her subconscious and woken up to the sound. She made her way out of the bedroom into the living room but found no trace of Daniel there. Then she opened the front door and stepped out and there Daniel was, far away, naked from the waist up and sword training in the cold.

    Her heart went out to him and she feared what being exposed to this weather could do to him, but she stayed silent. He trained as if he had don’t this over a thousand times and she told herself she did not need to worry about him.

    She sat outside before the door and watched him train with all his might, moving swiftly with the de in his hand. It was impressive to watch and never in a million years would she have seen this side of Danieling, but here he was, a man of fast speed, endurance, and stamina. A part of her wanted to learn how to fight and how to be in control. She felt like she needed it, but another part knew that would be the death of her. She didn’t possess the strength Daniel did, nor the zeal. She would die if she pushed herself this far. She would stick to running because whatever happened in thest few years of her life, which she couldn’t remember, had given strength to her legs to run for miles and at a quick pace without getting tired.

    What had happened to Daniel had pushed him into this level of endearing training and perfection, but such hadn’t happened to her yet.

    Maybe it had, and she couldn’t remember.

    Daniel returned the de to its scabbard and made his way toward the house. Zera rose to her feet as she watched him draw closer.

    “Daniel… G good mornin… ggg” she stuttered, her eyes staying focused on his face and not the other parts of his naked upper body.

    He must have seen her dilemma as he got close because he raised a brow. “Zera, good morning. Why are you up so early?”

    “You woke me up,” she mumbled, maintaining eye contact with him so she wouldn’t sway her gaze.

    “I’m sorry about that.” he gave her an apologetic look.

    “Why are you out here in the cold practising? Isn’t it harmful or something?”

    “It is if you’re not used to it. After three weeks of doing something constantly, it bes a part of you. So it’s perfectly fine.”

    Zera didn’t believe him, but he seemed to believe what he said and she had to let it go, “Okay, as long as you’re safe.”

    He smiled, and his warm brown eyes softened on hers. “I am.” he patted her shoulder before walking in. “what do you want for breakfast? “

    She opened her mouth to say meat, but she snapped it shut. She couldn’t request meat again, even though that’s what she really wanted. That would make him suspicious of her and that was thest thing she wanted. He was the only one she could trust, the only one whose memory lingered in her brain even after everything, and she couldn’t afford to have him think something was wrong with her.

    “I’ll have whatever you are having,” she answered, and they stepped into the house together.

    It was an hourter, and they were both bathed and in the kitchen while Daniel made egg sauce and potato. Zera sat at the counter, watching. He had put on his shirt, which was a good thing because she noticed one thing shecked now was control, and it took little things for her to snap and lose focus.

    “Was he a good person?” She asked out of the blue, and Daniel stared at her with a narrowed brow.

    “Who?” he asked, pouring the egg into the pan.

    “Aaron,” she said, rifying her statement. She knew it was an odd question to ask since he was her ex and Aaron was her current boyfriend, but Daniel was the closest she had to a mirror with honesty. “I know this is difficult to answer, but I really need to know.”

    He pressed his lips and thought about it for a minute. “Yes, to the best of my knowledge.” he answered, stirring the pan for a bit before covering it up and turning to face her.

    “I mean, I hated him, probably more than life, and still consider him a bastard. He got to have you and you were the girl of my dreams, so I hated him for that. But I still cannot deny how much he loves you. I saw you two together a few times, and he had nothing but adoration for you. He’s also a good father to Zion.”

    “How do you know that?”

    He shrugged, “You wouldn’t be with a man that didn’t love Zion as he deserves.”

    The grunting noiseing from outside wasn’t loud, but she had somehow heard it from her subconscious and woken up to the sound. She made her way out of the bedroom into the living room but found no trace of Daniel there. Then she opened the front door and stepped out and there Daniel was, far away, naked from the waist up and sword training in the cold.

    Her heart went out to him and she feared what being exposed to this weather could do to him, but she stayed silent. He trained as if he had don’t this over a thousand times and she told herself she did not need to worry about him.

    She sat outside before the door and watched him train with all his might, moving swiftly with the de in his hand. It was impressive to watch and never in a million years would she have seen this side of Danieling, but here he was, a man of fast speed, endurance, and stamina. A part of her wanted to learn how to fight and how to be in control. She felt like she needed it, but another part knew that would be the death of her. She didn’t possess the strength Daniel did, nor the zeal. She would die if she pushed herself this far. She would stick to running because whatever happened in thest few years of her life, which she couldn’t remember, had given strength to her legs to run for miles and at a quick pace without getting tired.

    What had happened to Daniel had pushed him into this level of endearing training and perfection, but such hadn’t happened to her yet.

    Maybe it had, and she couldn’t remember.

    Daniel returned the de to its scabbard and made his way toward the house. Zera rose to her feet as she watched him draw closer.

    “Daniel… G good mornin… ggg” she stuttered, her eyes staying focused on his face and not the other parts of his naked upper body.

    He must have seen her dilemma as he got close because he raised a brow. “Zera, good morning. Why are you up so early?”

    “You woke me up,” she mumbled, maintaining eye contact with him so she wouldn’t sway her gaze.

    “I’m sorry about that.” he gave her an apologetic look.

    “Why are you out here in the cold practising? Isn’t it harmful or something?”

    “It is if you’re not used to it. After three weeks of doing something constantly, it bes a part of you. So it’s perfectly fine.”

    Zera didn’t believe him, but he seemed to believe what he said and she had to let it go, “Okay, as long as you’re safe.”

    He smiled, and his warm brown eyes softened on hers. “I am.” he patted her shoulder before walking in. “what do you want for breakfast? “

    She opened her mouth to say meat, but she snapped it shut. She couldn’t request meat again, even though that’s what she really wanted. That would make him suspicious of her and that was thest thing she wanted. He was the only one she could trust, the only one whose memory lingered in her brain even after everything, and she couldn’t afford to have him think something was wrong with her.

    As Rodney made his opening statements. I felt Tiffany’s eyes on me. I looked over at her, and she was enraged. She thought I was just crying about being mistreated. She had no idea that I had proof, including doctors‘ reports, going back to the start of it. With eachment Rodney made, she became even angrier.

    Her attorney was trying to get her to calm down. Whether she was aware of it or not, she was being watched by a jury of her peers. She couldn’t stop this now. Everyone in this room was going to hear what she had done.