falling for a stranger
My assistant and closest friend, Peter, was already in my office, holding a cup of coffee and leaning against my desk as if the world was functioning normally.
He looked up when I entered.
Whatever expression was on my face immediately wiped the smile off his.
"You found him?" Peter asked.
Then he gave a short laugh.
"So, are the rumors about your kidnapped wife true?"
I didn't answer.
Instead, I closed the door behind me.
The sound was soft, but it seemed heavy.
Peter's smile faded.
He straightened up, the humor draining from his face as he looked at me properly.
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