“Jack, I forgot to tell you that tonight there is dinner with my friends. Can you come with me?” Sarah asked gently as she approached Jack Knight, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped casually over his shoulders.
Jack smiled warmly at her, his hair still damp. “Yes, of course. I’ll pick you up after work, and we’ll go together.”
“Thank you, Jack,” Sarah said, her eyes lighting up with gratitude.
Moments later, they were seated at the breakfast table. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen. It was a peaceful morning routine that Jack cherished, despite the chaos that often awaited him during the day.
After breakfast, Jack drove Sarah to her office at the Sterling Group, keeping his usual air of calm even as his thoughts drifted to the
