The Begining Of Us Novelas e Histórias

My day kicks off at six thirty in the morning, a silent symphony beginning as I rise from my bed. Adriano was already in the shower. Careful enough, not to disturb anyone I commenced my routine. The first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains as I pushed them aside, letting the light enter our bedroom. Stepping into the kitchen, my haven for the next few hours, I embark on the first task of the day – preparing a breakfast for my family, and also packing lunch for Adriano, that he will be taking to office.

This was the beginning of a war. And someone wasn’t going to make it out alive.

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

Always us. THE END