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"Fine," I muttered, pulling the phone closer.

I pushed the phone back. My hands were trembling. "I have to go." The drive home was a blur. I walked into the apartment and found her exactly where she always was at 7:15 PM—standing at the stove, stirring a pot of vegetable soup. She wore a faded purple sweater and gray sweatpants. Her hair was in a tight bun. Her glasses were slipping down her nose. review ternyata istriku cantik

She turned off the stove and finally looked at me. "Bay? What's wrong?" "Fine," I muttered, pulling the phone closer

I crossed the kitchen in three steps. Very gently, I reached out and took off her glasses. Without them, her eyes were larger, softer. A deep, warm brown. She blinked, startled, and I saw a flash of vulnerability—the same expression from the wedding night, just before she laughed. "I have to go

"You looked beautiful," I said.

He had zoomed in on the background.

"What?"