Olivia

That night, I preferred to sleep in my office once again when office hours were over. I talked to my daughter on the cell phone until she fell asleep, and then I stared at the ceiling of my living room, trying to look for sleep that didn't appear. At that moment, I ended up thinking about the text I had received from that secret admirer, and I was wondering who it was.

Was it Elliott’s? Since we were now separated, he would want to find a creative way to impress me. I thought it ...