*Cassandra*
I step into the Institute, the familiar hum of computers filling the air, and spot my husband hunched over one of the keyboards, his brow furrowed in concentration. I give the doorframe a subtle nod. “Sorry to interrupt your flow.”
He glances up, a hint of frustration flickering in his eyes. “I feel like I’ve never written a book before… which is probably exactly where I need to be… but…” His voice trails off, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air.
Wrapping my arms around him from behind, I lean into him the way a lovesick wife would, resting my cheek against his shoulder. “Probably… I see you’ve made plans to join us in Venice.”
He lets out a sigh, turning in my embrace to meet my gaze. “That’s because I couldn’t bear the thought of being here without you.”
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