After changing into a white long-sleeved tee and a pair of short, ripped jeans, I grabbed my phone and checked the inbox. These days, I handle almost all my work from my phone, leaving my laptop to gather dust. It wasn’t intentional—it just felt more convenient this way.
A few minutes later, Ester emerged from the bathroom. She headed straight to the closet and came out wearing a pink long-sleeved tee with tiny cupcake prints all over it, paired with white hotpants. Her damp hair clung to her neck, giving her a fresh, carefree look. She honestly looked like a teenager, and I couldn’t help but smile at her youthful energy.
I handed her a plastic bag filled with snacks that Dave had thoughtfully picked up for her earlier. “Thanks, Dave!” she exclaimed cheerfully, even though she knew Dave
