~CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT~
AMELIA’S POV
I stretch lazily across the bed, a yawn escaping my lips as my phone keeps ringing beside me. The sound drags me out of sleep. It’s lying right next to my pillow, vibrating against the sheets.
Half-awake, I reach for it and glance at the screen.
The moment I see the name, my sleepy expression melts into a smile.
‘Hardin.’
I swipe to answer.
“Hello, husband,” I say, my voice still soft from sleep.
“Good morning, Amelia. I’m already flying in today.”
His voice is flat.
The words are normal, but something about the tone feels… different.
I pause for a second, trying not to overthink it.
“Oh,” I say lightly, sitting up a little. “I wasn’t expecting you back today, but I love it.”
“Yeah,” he replies shortly. “I’ll see you soon.”
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