Saturday morning arrived with stress.
Not normal stress either.
The deeply personal kind.
The kind that sat directly on your chest the moment you opened your eyes.
I stared at the ceiling inside Adrian’s bedroom for a long moment before groaning dramatically into the pillows.
Today was family day.
Unfortunately.
Beside me, Adrian looked entirely too awake for a human being on a Saturday morning.
“You’re sighing aggressively again,” he observed calmly while scrolling through something on his tablet.
“I’m suffering.”
“You’ve said that six times already.”
“Because it’s evolving.”
A quiet laugh escaped him.
I glared immediately.
“This isn’t funny.”
“You’ll survive.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not emotionally preparing to see your family you haven't seen in years”
Befo
