My Fiancé's Uncle is Obsessed With Me!
Like each letter had been written with hesitation.
Leo sat on the kitchen floor nearby, completely absorbed in his world. Bright plastic blocks scattered around him in uneven piles. He hummed softly, stacking and restacking, his tiny fingers working with full focus, unaware of anything beyond his small creation.
Hope had already left earlier that morning. She’d slipped out with her usual quiet energy, a quick kiss to Leo’s hair, a vague wave in my direction. The studio had been calling her again—some project she refused to talk about. Every time I asked, her lips curved into that secretive smile, eyes glinting with mischief, like she was holding onto something just out of my reach.