KIMANI
Friday came, and I was practically buzzing with excitement. It had been a full week since I’d last seen Alaric — a whole seven days — and even though that might not sound like much, it felt like forever. The house had felt… emptier without him. His absence lingered in the quiet halls, in the untouched chair at the dining table, even in the silence of the library where we usually read together after dinner.
I told myself it was ridiculous to miss him this much. He was just my husband — on paper, at least. A man who happened to be my boss when I put on the “Dawn” disguise and walked into Walker Enterprises every morning. Still, that didn’t stop my heart from fluttering at the thought of finally seeing him again.
Of course, I had to pretend to be composed — Dawn couldn’t exactly ru
