Saturday mornings were usually Dianne Blake’s sanctuary — no work calls, no emails demanding instant responses, no Roy Sinclair looming over her day. She rolled out of bed, hair tousled, pajamas wrinkled, and muttered, “Alright, let’s see if the apartment can survive my cleaning spree.”Her hands moved briskly, tackling the laundry, wiping counters, vacuuming corners, all while humming softly to herself. The chores were almost meditative, a way to push away thoughts of Roy — though, of course, he kept creeping back into her mind despite her best efforts.Focus, Dianne. Saturday is for peace, not the chaos that is Roy Sinclair.Later that evening, just as she was pouring herself a cup of tea, her phone buzzed. She picked it up, expecting another work message — but the name made her pause: Roy Sinclair.The text read:“It’s my birthday tonight. Family isn’t in town. Friends? Don’t keep many, except Aaron — who’s conveniently out of time. I… felt like spending time with someone, and you
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