Novel & Cerita Sapo On My Block

felt almost sacred after everything we had endured. Sophie dropped a block from the tower she was building, scrunching her nose in frustration. “Oh no! It fell!” she cried. I reached over instantly, picking it up and handing it back with a grin. “Here, pumpkin. Let’s rebuild it together.” She beamed, her tiny hands clapping, and I lifted her slightly so she could place the block on top herself. Her laughter was pure and infectious, filling the room like sunlight.

** **Sophia: The caption is some next-level gaslighting bullshit. **Me: I’m aware.** **Sophia: You okay?** Am I? I don’t even know anymore. **Me: I’m fine. At work. Can’t think about this right now.** **Sophia: Okay. But I’m coming over tonight with wine and terrible movies.** **Me: Deal.** I pocket my phone. Try to focus on the campaign brief in front of me. Target demographics. Engagement metrics. Things that don’t involve my ex-boyfriend parading his new relationship like a trophy.