Martina
I wake up to find the sun already up. He's still beside me, opening his eyes slowly and catching me watching him.
"Good morning," he greets me with his sleepy voice and kisses my lips.
"Good morning," I reply, a bit serious. I have many things on my mind and don't know how to talk to him about them.
"What's wrong, little one? Tell me what's happening," he caresses my cheek.
"Why must you hide me from others?" I ask, looking him in the eyes as he ruffles his hair.
"Years ago, I was someone who appeared on many magazine covers and in the press. Everyone was focused on my life at the company and my private life until everything changed five years ago."
He falls silent. I know he is referring to what happened to his wife, a topic he has never talked to me about, and for now, I
