But it was Rob.
I had just stepped out of the shower, hair damp, eyes puffy.
He smiled gently and hugged me.
“I was nearby so Naina asked me to come to pick you. She got stuck in traffic.”
We chatted for a while. He didn’t push. Just waited patiently while I packed. He insisted I pack for a week. I didn’t want to — I didn’t plan to stay that long — but to avoid upsetting him, I packed for three days.
By 7 PM, we left.
Until that night, I hadn’t known Rob and Naina lived together — in a shared house with two more people. They were excited to have me. One room was empty, and they insisted I take it.
The next three days passed quickly.
It was wonderful.
I spent the first day curled up in bed, recovering. By evening, though, we managed to pull off a cozy little house party.
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