Chapter 2
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Two hours passed.
No message.
Tomáš sent me a screenshot of the package.
There was a note on it: “Peťo.”
I frowned.
I looked out the window.
The SPS van was parked outside.
Without thinking, I ran down.
“Hi… it’s me again,” I said, slightly out of breath, showing him my phone.
“Do you know what this means?”
He took it.
“I have the package,” he said calmly. “The boxes here aren’t working. I’ll try to sort it out.”
He handed my phone back.
We were too close.
For a second, a thought crossed my mind.
Kiss him.
I stepped back.
“Thank you,” I said quickly.
That evening, Tomáš didn’t come home.
Just a message. The package was at the post office.
I texted the courier.
He replied later — several packages hadn’t been delivered. He’d check in the morning.
Then my phone rang.
Him.
“Am I disturbing you?” he asked.
“No… the kids are asleep.”
Silence.
“I hope I didn’t cause any problems at home…”
“No,” I lied.
At that moment, a message from Tomáš appeared.
Pack my things. I’ll come get them tomorrow.
I stared at the screen.
And for the first time…
I felt nothing.
The next day, he came for his things.
Cold. Distant.
“You’ll end up alone anyway,” he said at the door.
I didn’t respond.
I just watched him leave.
And when the door closed…
something in me felt lighter.
A few minutes later, my phone rang.
“I’m downstairs. Come get your package.”
I went down.
He was there.
“Here it is,” he said, then looked at me more carefully.
“What happened?”
I took a deep breath.
“I’m… free.”
He didn’t say anything.
Just looked at me.
“Come,” he nodded toward the van. “Check it.”
I stepped inside.
It was there.
I turned—
He was right in front of me.
Too close.
That look again.
That moment.
This time…
he kissed me.
I froze.
Then…
for a second, I kissed him back.
“We shouldn’t,” I pulled away.
Silence.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
I took the package.
And left.
That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
About him.
About what it meant.
In the morning, there was a message.
“It wasn’t a mistake. And you know it.”
I closed my eyes.
Something had started.
And I had no idea where it would lead.
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