“I’d be going back to the office tomorrow” Canna said to me when we were having dinner.
“Okay, I’ve been planning on going back as well” I responded then continued eating.
The next day, the morning sun spilled lazily through the blinds as I sat at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee while Canna checked his emails on his tablet. After a full month of honeymoon, unpacking, and settling into the mansion, the real world was calling, and there was no escaping it. Our phones buzzed with notifications, reminders of meetings, and client follow-ups. It was the first day back at work for both of us, and I could feel the mix of anticipation and resistance in the air.
Canna glanced up at me, eyes sharp and focused even before he spoke. “Ready to get back to it?” he asked, his voice steady but ca
