The next morning, April woke up feeling drained. She had barely gotten any sleep after everything that had happened the day before.
She turned to the couch where Richard usually slept, but he was already gone.
A deep sigh escaped her lips as she sat up, running her fingers through her hair.
She didn’t want to stay in the house all day, drowning in her thoughts.
No. She had to go to work.
Dragging herself out of bed, she freshened up and got dressed in a simple but presentable outfit.
She didn’t want to give Clara, her department manager, any more reasons to pick on her
Once done, she made her way downstairs, where the delicious scent of breakfast filled the air.
Rose, the cook, had already set the dining table.
“Good morning, Mrs. April,” Rose greeted politely.
April gave her a s
