BOOK 3: CHAPTER 62ELAINEThe next morning, I was halfway through getting ready for work, brush hovering midair, when I heard three sharp knocks at the door. Instinctively, I knew who it was without looking: Duncan.For a moment, I stood frozen, staring at my reflection, a weary woman who looked far
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61 -ELAINE- I wished Duncan good luck that morning with a lingering kiss, the kind that leaves a spark. We’d shared breakfast at his place; scrambled eggs, toast, and an abominable cup of instant coffee that he swore he hated but always drank anyway. His mood was light, teasing ab
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 60 -ELAINE- It was a cozy Saturday afternoon. I was nestled into the couch, a steaming cup of tea in hand, soft jazz floating through the air, and a half-read novel resting lazily on my lap. Suddenly, a knock echoed from the door, sending a jolt of excitement through me. I smiled
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 59 -ELAINE- Duncan had been in a dark mood ever since. Something felt off, and I could sense it radiating from him. During the drive home after the event, he was silent. When I finally broke the silence and asked if he was okay, he offered me that stiff half-smile, the one that ra
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 58 -ELAINE- I never enjoyed those big gatherings. There were too many lights, too many people, and too much noise. My jacket always felt uncomfortable, and my tie squeezed my neck. I always wanted to leave, but somehow, I could never bring myself to do it. I went because it was
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 57 -ELAINE- It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back the smile that crept onto my face whenever I looked at Duncan. We were stepping into something new together, something genuine and tender, with an undeniable spark that felt both exhilarating and a bit overwhelming.