KIMANI
Monday came far too quickly. The weekend had been a blur, a beautiful, confusing blur filled with laughter, stolen glances, and moments that made my heart flutter more than I cared to admit. But now it was back to reality — back to being Dawn, the dutiful employee, and not Kimani, the woman who spent the weekend realizing that her husband might just be her undoing.
I stretched under the soft sheets before finally dragging myself out of bed. The morning sun slipped through the curtains, casting warm streaks across the room. With a sleepy sigh, I shuffled into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and stepping under the shower. The cool water cascaded over my skin, washing away the last traces of sleep and the weekend’s lingering haze.
Ten minutes later, I stepped out wrapped in a fluff
