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.

business was booming, and she was living the good life. Over the years, Anastasia had relied on Monica quite a bit and was immensely grateful

a stall at the Night Market. You used to be the top dog in our class. If

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

her mind, but they quickly faded into

her head and replied, “Monica, I appreciate you looking out for me,

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

to gently

You’re married? You don’t even have a boyfriend. Who did you marry? Is it one of those guys your mom found for you on

Not to a random guy, but to a man my

pulled over. This was big news, and she

drink shop, looking like she was ready to interrogate her. “Spill the beans, and don’t keep anything from me. Tell

a local, 30 this year, an orphan…” She gave a brief rundown of what she knew about him.

but to believe her. “Herman?” Monica felt like she’d heard that name