The chaotic dinner concluded with Leon needing two days off to recover from his burns.
And Ferris, after thoroughly berating me, left the hospital with Zoey in tow.
He didn't come home that night, either.
Weighed down by everything, I tossed and turned, completely unable to sleep. In my hazy state, I heard a commotion in the living room. I got up to check and practically jumped out of my skin.
Two maintenance men in uniform were standing on the balcony, wrestling a massive decorative bamboo plant while muttering about sunlight and angles.
I rubbed my eyes, making sure I wasn't hallucinating. Just as I was about to demand an explanation, Lucille appeared, panting heavily.
She scanned the apartment cautiously before whispering, "Is my son-in-law not home?"
"Night shift," I lied smoothly, not even blinking. "He's swamped."
Lucille didn't respond immediately. She ushered the maintenance men out, closed the door, and turned back to me. "Your husband seems to be working a lot of overtime lately."
Her tone was dripping with suspicion.
I was in no mood for her games. I cut straight to the chase. "So what's the deal with the giant bamboo?"


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