“Fine. Don’t answer.”
I sighed. “Fine. I’ll answer.”
She shifted in her seat.
“Yes, I followed you. I stalked your social media accounts that had not been updated, so it wasn’t that helpful. I couldn’t just ask your brother about you, could I? I don’t know your husband, and I didn’t even open your wedding invitation.”
“Why did you do that?”
“You know the answer.”
“I want more than that.”
“Why?”
“I just wanna know.”
“Love, I know you, and I know you have something on your sleeves. Now tell me, and I will tell you honestly.”
“I just like our love story, Skip.” She giggled, but I wasn’t entirely convinced.
“Ah. There’s something more than that.”
“Ugh. You told me you love me for seven years. Don’t you think I should know how did you love me from thousands of miles away?”
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