The Bound Between Us

Chapter 5

When Anastasia got back home, Salma was already in snoozeville, so Anastasia tiptoed around, not wanting to wake her up. That night, Anastasia had a nasty case of insomnia. She couldn’t catch a wink of sleep until the crack of dawn

Despite hitting the sack super late, her body clock was as reliable as an alarm clock, always waking her up at 7 am sharp. She got up early, whipped up breakfast for her mom, and hit the road because she had to drop her car off at the repair shop. She needed it for her stall in the evening.

After dropping off the car, Anastasia remembered she needed to stock up goods from the market, but with her car in the shop, she had to call her bestie for a ride.

Once the call was done, Anastasia hung out on the side of the road, waiting. About half an hour later, a flashy red BMW pulled up next to Anastasia. It was her bestie Monica waving at her, “Anastasia, hop in.”

Anastasia hopped in, buckled up, and Monica, knowing where Anastasia had to go, drove straight to the market.

In the car, Monica went, Your old bucket of bolts needed replacing ages ago. Why are you still fixing it? Listen to me, get a new one.”

Anastasia laughed and replied, “A new car needs a wad of cash” She added, “No biggie, it’ll still do after a little fix–up.”

They’d been besties since high school, a friendship that had been going strong for more than a decade.

Over the years, Anastasia

ass off? It’s a waste of your talents to be running a stall at the Night Market. You used to be the top dog in our class.

you planning on staying single forever? It’s been years, haven’t you moved on from Cason?! heard

her mind, but they quickly faded into a blur. Seemed like time really did

you looking out for me, but it’s fine. I’ve moved

continued, “If you’ve moved on, why haven’t you got a boyfriend? I heard from your mom that she’s introduced you to quite a few boys,

Anastasia had to gently cut her off. “Monica,

say? You’re married? You don’t even have a boyfriend. Who did you marry? Is it one of those

a random guy, but to a man my mother found for

on the brakes and pulled over. This was big news, and she needed

to interrogate her. “Spill the beans, and don’t keep anything from me. Tell me what’s going on. Who’s the

said, “His name is Herman. He works for Elysian Technologies. He’s a local, 30 this year, an orphan…” She gave a brief rundown of what she knew about

believe her.