My fiancé, his brother
He wouldn’t have noticed her.
She entered the kitchen, made herself a tea, slowly, mechanically. She took a sip, then headed to the sofa, settling in with the morning newspaper.
Thomas walked into the living room, a barely concealed smile on his face.
— Hey, I have something to tell you, he announced, a spark of excitement in his eyes. He sat down next to her, placing his plate on the coffee table.
Léa looked up from her book, intrigued. She wasn’t used to seeing her husband in such a light state.
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