MAYWhen Takeout is routine, cooking becomes maths. I stood in the kitchen, surrounded by pots, pans, and ingredients. No. It was worse than maths. I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to start cooking. It was my first time attempting a proper meal, and frankly, I was not even sure why I was doing this. To bring back a sense of control? Power? I did not know. What I did know was the idea of cooking something had dominated my mind since Mr. Walters left.Sushi. That was the meal. I carefully laid out all the ingredients on the counter: fresh fish, seaweed sheets, sticky rice, and an array of colorful vegetables. I had watched countless tutorials online, studying the techniques and trying to memorize the steps. How hard could it be?It however quickly became apparent how over my head I was. I struggled with shaping the rice, the sticky grains slipping through my fingers and sticking to everything except the nori sheets. Frustration settled in, but I reminded myself that ever
EDMOND“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Sarah asked nervously as soon as we were alone in the office. “I didn’t invite you to Snuggle as a joke or anything like that. I-”“I’m not mad,” I interjected, cutting her off abruptly. I was tired of her apologies and wanted answers instead. Her eyes were filled with sadness, and I realized she was afraid—afraid that I would fire her. It made me wonder why she had chosen to come clean when Snuggle had a non-disclosure policy. “Like I said, I just want some answers.”She nodded, but the fear in her eyes told me that she wasn’t entirely convinced. “Okay, Mr. Walters. What do you want to know?”“If you invited me, it means you’re already using the app, right? Do you have a partner?” I asked directly, trying to get to the heart of the matter.“Yes,” she replied, nodding. “My husband and I have been together for two years.”“And did you find him through Snuggle?”Again, she nodded. “Snuggle matched us after I installed the app.”I stared at her in
EDMONDI sat in my car, still reeling from the bitter encounter with my mother-in-law, April. The tension from our meeting left me seething with anger. The blasting air conditioner struggled to cool me down, but my frustration persisted. May deserved better than the toxic presence of that woman. April’s cutting remarks continued to echo in my mind, refusing to fade away. It was hard to believe that May had endured such negativity for eighteen long years.As I fastened my seatbelt, my intention was clear—I needed to distance myself from April. She was still in close proximity, and I couldn’t bear the weight of her presence any longer. My gaze wandered to the backdrop of the cafe where we had met, and something she had mentioned lingered in my thoughts. She had brought up Snuggle, a dating app she claimed to have been invited to. At that moment, I wondered if she had merely been trying to provoke me. In the short time I had spent with her, I had come to realize her knack for manipulatin
MAYIf Snuggle demanded it, who was I to refuse? I hurried to the kitchen, my footsteps echoing with urgency as I twisted open the valve and let the water flow. The cool liquid cascaded over my swollen face, offering a momentary respite from the frustration that had built up inside me. I swallowed hard, hearing Mr. Walters' relentless ranting through the monitor outside, his words aimed at provoking a response and coercing me to open the gates. But if Snuggle didn't want it, that rude man wouldn't be stepping an inch inside.Wiping away the excess water from my face, I returned to the intercom system. Edmond's father scrutinized the camera, a flicker of doubt crossing his face as he questioned whether I would let him in. With a press of a button, the gates emitted a beep and swung open, granting him access. I continued to watch his image on the monitor as his window slowly slid back into place, obscuring my line of sight. The winning smile that had adorned his face before the darkness
EDMONDIt was interesting to know that all this madness started because some weirdo thought it was wise to invite me to Snuggle. I suspected Lucille. The circumstances also seemed to feel in the blanks. I hurt her. Lucille probably had a friend who was already hooked on the app and in a bid to help a friend, the friend probably invited Lucille to the app and caused her to cross parts with Tyrone. Then, in the spirit of giving, Lucille invited me to the app. But pondering about it a little bit more, I realized how impossible that was. Lucille still had a lot of anger when she visited the agency with Tyrone to discuss business. It almost felt like she was with Tyrone in a bid to make me jealous. My theory fell further apart when I realized how Lucille had reacted to the Instagram photo of May and me.As much as a part of me wanted it, it couldn’t be true. A lot of things went sideways when put together. However, there was no time to duel on the invitation puzzle piece. I looked at April
EDMOND“Mother-in-law or Monster-in-law? Find out.” That was my task. It was simple. But it also meant hiding things from May. I knew how she despised secrecy but I could not bear opening barely healing wounds on the basis of making the relationship we now had built on honesty. I had gotten May’s mother to reach out to me. The woman did not even give me an opportunity to speak.“The Tea Cafe. 10 AM sharp.” And she cut. Not bothering to know if I would acknowledge the rather rude invitation.I did. Snuggle was right. I needed to determine what kind of hell this woman was and I bet she was just as curious. By 9:45, after lying through my teeth and leaving the house before I could blurt out anything to May, I was outside The Tea’s parking lot. Looking over at the simple cafe, I decided to make one last call.“I will be late to the agency today Sarah” There was a pause on the line and for a brief second, all I could hear was white noise. So I had to ask. “Can you hear me, Sarah?”“Yes,” M