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84: Home Is Under You

작가: DiaryOfDaisy
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-03 07:01:33

The past two weeks had settled into a rhythm—a ridiculous, clingy, over-the-top rhythm.

Maria was always on the phone.

If she wasn’t calling Goodness to complain about Luca eating the last of her ginger biscuits, she was on the phone with Nune as they gossiped about Ichiro’s latest death-wish stunt. And when Mafalda finally came back after a week of complete radio silence, their group chat exploded.

Maria, Nune, Alexei, and Goodness had been frantic, their messages unanswered for days, their calls going straight to voicemail.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Mafalda popped back into their chat with a single message:

Mafalda: I live.

Relief crashed through the group chat like a tidal wave.

Maria: WOMAN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Goodness: We were about to stage a fucking rescue mission!

Nune: Is he dead? Do we need to help hide the body?

Alexei: Are yo
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