Williams Twin

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One thing I can say is that I like summer classes. Well, at least it helps me divert my attention from Sebastian and Mom’s death. I was so devastated leaving him alone while he was peacefully sleeping in his bed. It was harder to leave than I thought, but I had to.

I hate saying goodbye, and it’s breaking my heart every time I reminisce my night with him—making love, our dinner, our cuddling until I fell asleep in his arms. I wasn’t even visited by a nightmare that night.

When I saw a note slipped on the wiper of my car, I almost blackout. I couldn’t breathe, and I startled when I heard someone call me from behind.

“Ms. King, good to see you this fine morning.” Lincoln White stood so intimidating with his body physique. He might have noticed me terrified.

“Are you okay, ma’am? Should I call your husband?”

“No. Please, don’t. He’s still sleeping when I leave. I don’t want to wake him up, and I left him a note.” I try to calm down, but the note is already crumpled in my hand.