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Owen had just come from the store. Seeing her approach from the corner, he immediately invited her to his modest apartment. He opened the door, ushered her to the kitchen, and dropped the grocery bags on the counter. Owen was unaware that she would be visiting today. But that was Charlie, just like Mary Poppins, lurking in the shadows, making delightful wonders and popping in just when she was needed the most. “What are you doing here, Charlie?” Owen asked when she had suddenly appeared outside his apartment dressed in a crop top, denim pants, a leather jacket, and a pair of sneakers. From the day Charlie walked into the orphanage, carrying a worn-out teddy bear and a smile that was missing a couple of front teeth, Owen knew she would be different. Well, he was not wrong about that. Years later, they formed an unbreakable bond that was stronger than blood relations. Charlie had been a ray of sunshine in a world that had been cold and dark. She was not just beautiful, but she also b

“Do you think she’ll like this?” Isaac had worked his butt off to prepare this surprise for her, sparing nothing and refining everything up to the smallest detail. “I need it to be perfect.” He had never done anything like this in his entire life, but there was a first time for everything. Right? After all, he was doing this for the woman he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Isaac had arranged the most romantic dinner, ensured the flowers were fresh, with their scents mildly drifting in the air. Then, he lit the candles, which cast a soft, flickering glow over the table, creating the perfect setting. With all her favorites prepared, he believed he had everything covered. Starting with a small portion of smooth, creamy butternut squash soup, followed by a tender filet mignon served with garlic butter, grilled asparagus, and mashed potatoes. Paired it with a red wine such as Cabernet Sauvignon. Ending the evening with a chocolate fondant, a rich cake with a molten

“What are you doing, Andrew?” Matt could still hear his father’s voice inside his head as he lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips and drank its entire contents in one gulp. The strong drink scorched through his esophagus before it settled in his stomach, creating a warmth that was supposed to calm him. The lack of rage in his old man’s tone was not what bothered him. Instead, it was the calmness in his demeanor. In his experience, his father was more treacherous when he was not shouting at the top of his lungs. It was moments like these that made him more wary of his father’s intentions. Refilling the empty glass half-full of his favorite drink, he stared at its clear amber, comparing it to the turmoil that was growing inside him. Alcohol could either bring peace to an already chaotic situation or worsen it. So far, he was still waiting for the result as he downed another shot. “Aah!” He could not help but silently sigh at his increasing frustration as the pressure of his father’