Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle
There was only the smell of hay, the thud of vegetables hitting the wood floor, and the low, comforting rumble of old men telling jokes.
Then, the phone in my pocket vibrated.
I pulled it out, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Bane’s name on the screen. I stepped toward the large open doors of the barn, trying to find a clear signal as the downpour finally unleashed itself outside.
"Bane?" I said into the line, a small, relieved smile tugging at my lips.
Just as I spoke, Mr. Thomas delivered a classic, dry punchline behind me, causing the entire barn to erupt into a loud, boisterous roar of laughter. The sound was bright, happy, and full of life.
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