The condo was unusually quiet that afternoon. Not that I was complaining. After spending days worrying about Fernando, arguing with Alex, and generally feeling like my life had turned into a poorly written crime drama, I welcomed the silence.Alex had instructed the housekeeper to send someone to do my laundry. When she arrived, I simply sent the girl back sweetly and politely with a chocolate bar.I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor with a basket of freshly laundered clothes beside me. The ocean breeze drifted lazily through the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of salt water into the room.The music flowed through my headphones. For the first time in days, I felt relaxed. Completely relaxed. I hummed along as I arranged the T-shirts into neat piles before eventually launching into a full-throated sing-along. Thankfully, no one was around to witness the mess. I folded a pair of jeans.I sang louder.I folded another t-shirt.I sang even louder.At some point, I convinced myse
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