When Prim opened the bedroom door, Egan was on the phone, looking freshly showered and well rested.
He stared at her as she took the shopping bags to the closet.
She dropped them on the island and returned to the bedroom.
“You had fun with Grandma?” He asked, getting off the phone. He watched her like he was trying to read every thought in her head.
“Yes.”
“That was the wedding planner. Would you be OK with the final appointment tomorrow?”
“Ok.”
So far, almost everything has been set through a virtual meeting.
He stopped and looked at her, pained, exhausted from fighting.
She looked away. The way you lay your bed, Mr Egan.
She went to bed, sat down and took out her phone to finally check the messages Sol had sent in the morning.
She needed something to keep the fire of ange
