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Emma
By the time I get home from work that day, the movers have already brought all of my things, and Geoffrey has unpacked them. My clothes, all washed, ironed, and de-haired, are hanging in Marcus’s closet; my books, including the first editions he gifted me, are arranged on the bookshelves in the library; and my cat maze is standing next to the glass wall of the pool room, strategically hidden behind the lush green plants that shield it from view. My cats, never ones to miss an opportunity to climb, are already all over the maze—and the tall plants surrounding it. In fact, Queen Elizabeth is sitting on top of one especially sturdy fiddle-leaf fig as if it were an oak tree.
Hopefully, she won’t try to eat the leaves. My pets don’t usually attack plants, but there’s always a first t
