Wedcuffed
The line went dead, leaving me no room for negotiation.
With a sigh of resignation, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and trudged towards the bathroom. A hot shower chased away the last vestiges of sleep, and I emerged feeling somewhat human. I opted for comfort over style, pulling on a pair of well-worn jeans and a soft T-shirt. Sneakers, a messy bun, a touch of lip gloss, and I was ready. Phone, wallet, and a lingering sense of reluctance – the essential ingredients for a Sunday shopping trip with Ester.
As I crossed the kitchen, the aroma of coffee filled the air. Adrian stood at the counter, wrestling with the coffee machine, a frown marring his usually stoic features. He looked a
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