Darren’s POV“Maybe we should invite Jescyka,” I said, keeping my tone light and casual.The moment her name slipped out of my mouth, my chest tightened, the way it always did when I say her name like that or think about her.Mother looked up from the stack of files spread neatly across the desk. A faint but hard smile tugged at her lips. “Jescyka?” she repeated. “Who is that?”“I mean… we both know one Jescyka and” I was mid-sentence when she raised her hand, stopping me with ease, like it was practiced.“And why do we need her?” she asked again, this time slower, sharper.I exhaled through my nose. “She’s an architect, Mom. And unless I’m mistaken, we’re discussing an architectural project.” frustration clawing my chest, I've noticed since Marv brought Jescyka home, that mom might not like her.She hummed, uninterested, then closed the file in front of her as though the matter was already settled. “Oh. Then we’ll wait for Marv.”I frowned. “We don’t have to wait for Marv. This is bu
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