“Hey Kris.”She looked up at me, smiling like this was just another Thursday. Hair curled, legs crossed, wearing one of those blazers that said I’m important but relaxed. She held a glass of wine, nails painted pale pink, soft, perfect, smug.I blinked, trying to catch up.“What’s this?” I asked, chuckling, confused. “When did Sofia become a surprise guest to me?”My eyes flicked to Christian, my husband, standing next to her like a statue. He wasn’t smiling. No sheepish grin. No nervous twitches. No wink to say go with it, babe. Just… still. Like he’d already left the room hours ago and forgot to take his body with him.“I’m serious,” I said, half-laughing now. “What’s going on?”Christain took a breath, then sat down across from me like this was some calm, adult conversation. Like we were about to go over the tax returns together. “You should sit too.”That’s when my chest tightened.“Why?” I asked, still standing. Still holding the damp kitchen towel I’d been using to wipe down t
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