{Third Person}
The following morning, Amara woke later than usual.
She hurried through breakfast and, after changing into something comfortable, decided to take her usual morning walk.
She had grown fond of the gardens since moving into the estate, and she wanted to enjoy the fresh air before beginning the rest of her day.
She followed the familiar path towards the flower garden. But suddenly, she stopped in her tracks because a swing stood before her beneath one of the trees.
She stared at it in disbelief and was so lost that she didn't move for several seconds.
She mentioned it just once. Only that one time. Still, Alexander remembered.
A slow smile spread across her face as she walked toward it. She reached out and touched one of the ropes, still unable to believe that he had actually done it.
Then she looked toward the house. This time, she allowed herself to admit something she had been trying very hard not to think about.
