the mess(Kriag POV)
When you think about it very carefully, there are intricate details differentiating the practicality of a man and woman in handling a situation that has blown out of hand. “Can you block everyone except family?” I asked the futile to Emmet for the thousandth time today. “It was your mom. She wanted to know if you have heard back from Gabriel.” “Shall I switch it off?” I gave a sharp NO. What if Vhrea calls and I am not available? My phone–which was in the care of Emmet from the c***k of dawn, yesterday–rang again making me hate the default Samsung ringtone like never before. “Who is it now?” My voice came in gruffer than usual because of the pull-ups–twenty-five more to go–as I managed to see Emmet’s frustrated appearance in the mirror with the help of some facial muscle straining. “
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