C146 Proserpina

Proserpina

He was delayed, Lucien said in a terse voice message that he sent me.

He might not be able to make it today, as something had come up. Something urgent.

I sighed.

At least, I told myself, rubbing my aching back, at least, he was sending me voice messages It was better than the deafening silence he had maintained all these days.

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Ria was sulky