AGATHA
“What?” Draven weakly asked the person on the phone, who moved away from me so I wouldn’t wake up.
“What do you mean you couldn’t find any?”
I saw Draven’s eyes twinkle as he looked at me, still holding his phone while talking to one of his siblings whom he tasked to find the duck egg I wanted.
“It’s impossible for there to be none. Why would Agatha want it if there wasn’t anything without the chick? There are plenty of vendors on the streets selling them. All you have to do is search for them and buy,” my husband said in succession to his siblings.
“Look, she just got mad at me. I don’t want Agatha to fight with me again. She even threw away the flowers that you told me to buy.”
I felt guilty hearing what Draven said. The flowers he brought were beautiful. They were beautifu
