Chapter 127

The invitation arrived on a quiet Sunday morning.

She had just finished watering the plants on her balcony when her phone buzzed against the small glass table beside her. The sky was pale blue, soft with early light, and the city below was still stretching awake.

She picked up the phone absentmindedly.

It was from him.

Not a long message. Not emotional.

Just simple.

*I’m hosting a small housewarming next weekend. A few friends. No pressure, but you’re welcome to ...