His Birthday Cost Her Everything
Language: en
I woke up early, driving across town to that artisanal bakery she loves just to get those specific Gruyère croissants. It was a peace offering, a pathetic attempt to smooth things over because I’d accidentally snagged her expensive silk stockings the night before. But as I set the bag on the counter, Callie didn’t even look up. She was packing a suitcase with practiced efficiency. "Hunter’s birthday is this weekend," she said, her voice flat, clinical. "We’re going to Thailand. It’s a bit unstable there right now, so I told him I have to go along. You know, to keep him safe." I opened my…