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.

good life. Over the years, Anastasia had relied on Monica quite a bit and was immensely grateful for it.

talents to be running a stall at the

you planning on staying single

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

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

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

and Anastasia had to

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

but laugh at Monica’s reaction, and then she said, “Yes, I’m married. Not to a random

Monica slammed on the brakes and pulled over. This was big

interrogate her. “Spill the beans, and don’t keep anything from

and said, “His name is Herman. He works for Elysian Technologies. He’s a local, 30 this year, an orphan…” She gave a brief

no choice but to believe her. “Herman?” Monica felt like she’d heard that name somewhere, it