visiting zara's grave

AARON POV

I adjusted my grip on Margaret, making sure she was secure, and pressed the elevator button. The doors slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a sleek, modern interior. I stepped inside, and Ace followed, his eyes never leaving Margaret's face.

As the doors closed, Margaret stirred, her voice muffled against my back. "I'm so tired, Mr. Liam."

I smiled, feeling a pang of affection for this stubborn, sleepy woman. "We're almost home, Margaret. Just rest."

Ace leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on me, a hint of amusement still playing on his lips.

I stood tall, Margaret's weight comfortable on my back, and

As  the elevator was going down, Margaret asked, "Mr. Liam, who's Phoebe?"

"Are you sleep talking ?,how will I know who that is?,"I asked.

But she didn't reply.