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38: I miss home
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Alex waved the book he was hiding at his back. “It’s time. You didn’t show up.”
The annoyance fizzled out so fast, and a pathetic sigh escaped Camilla’s lips. In her husband’s hand was the copy of the dark mafia romance book they had been reading in his office. He brought the book to her.
“I didn’t realise I was supposed to.”
He shrugged. “I waited.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Dragging a chair from the table in the corner, he turned it backward and sat on it.
“We can do that now,” he said, opening up the book on the top of the chair. His eyes roamed the room, settling on the tray on the bedside drawer. “You haven’t eaten.”
“I’m not hungry,” she replied.
“Did you eat breakfast?”
A little. But she didn’t want to tell him that t
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