Chapter 22

Anya returned to her desk and shoved the thick stack of drafts away. She threw herself into work and began correcting them. She kept working as the hands of the clock on the wall kept moving steadily.

When she looked up from her work and stared at the clock, it was half past ten.

Her kids must be asleep now.

The thought of her precious darlings made Anya’s heart twinge painfully. She was working now and she foresaw many late nights in the office. She wasn’t going to have as much time to spend with her kids anymore.

On the bright side, she was done with these drafts. Anya tidied up the pile of papers and set them in a neat stack on her desk. She was ready to knock off work.

It was then that Jake emerged from his office with his briefcase.

He caught Anya tidying her desk and headed towards her. “Anya, let’s go. I’ll give you a ride home.”

Anya eyed the clock, then glanced at the window. It was dark outside.

Finally, she nodded and accepted Jake’s offer to drive her home. They chatted casually as they made their way to the carpark.

Jake drove a white Audi Q5. They got into the car. Jake asked Anya for her address and then started the car. Soon, they were on their way to Ellie’s apartment.

Within minutes, the car arrived at Anya’s apartment building.

your boss, I’m charged with making sure you get back

Jake.” Anya gave Jake a smile and got out of the car. She

nodded and then watched as Anya walked away

look gradually settled on his face.

Perhaps

the other hand, was doing quite well for himself. He might have

mulled about the idea for a moment. Then, he was slamming his foot into the gas pedal, speeding down the street and heading

up the apartment block with

didn’t want to wake her

feet when she heard Anya. “Are you hungry, Anya? There’s

bag on the floor and whispered.

are,” Ellie said with a smile. “I tucked them

look at them,” Anya

after her, her voice a soft murmur behind her. “Would you like some soup? I can warm it up for you.”

bags. They’re in my tote bag. You can take them out and store them in the fridge. Warm

back to the living room. She put away Anya’s milk and warmed up some soup for her

lights from the corridor spilled into the room. A faint warm glow enveloped the kids as they slept

matter how hard life was or how tough work was. All she needed was a single look at her children.

Then, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to their cheeks. Her voice was a loving whisper. “Good night,

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