Monday morning arrives with a sense of anticipation, as the start of the week always does. Marilena wakes to the sound of Max stretching and yawning beside her bed. The sun filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across her room. She stretches, feeling the lingering effects of a restful sleep, and then reaches over to her bedside table to grab her phone. As she unlocks it, a text from Christian catches her eye:
Christian: Goodnight, Marilena. Sweet dreams.