Wyatt Wyatt searched his bedroom, looking for his favorite slippers. . He could hear Lily and Maggie downstairs, talking and laughing as they made dinner together. It was music to his ears. Today was a good day, he thought. Somehow, I actually had fun going to the grocery store. I never thought that would happen. Not in a million years. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to see an incoming call from his best friend, who also happened to be one of his partners in his business. He sighed as he gazed at the number. It was Saturday evening and not exactly a time when he felt like handling anything work-related. Despite that, though, he picked up the call. He wasn't the type to slack off when it came to his business. “Hey, Derek,” he said, lifting the phone to his ear. “What's going on?” “Wyatt, how are you?” Derek sounded excited, which usually meant he had either been drinking or had gotten laid. Sometimes it was both. “I'm doing alright,” Wyatt replied, taking a s
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