The Runaway Groom

It was already 10 AM.

After Zachary returned to his office after the meeting, he did not wait to turn on the monitor, which still showed various angles in his home. Luna was awake and had just finished her milk. Wendy had carried her out in the courtyard to bask in the soft sun.

There was a shed in the courtyard as well, making it a great place to bring a baby.

Luna's tiny clothes were being dried on the veranda nearby. Wendy washed everything by hand with a specialized detergent.

She was staring at the baby, holding a toy as she seemed to talk to herself.

"Are you full yet, baby?"

"Mr. Slate was saying you were crying a lot last night. That won't do— he's busy with work every day, so you should sleep properly!"

your melatonin

was babbling, her little hand brushing against Wendy's

sensation as he watched, though it was clearly different

and sighed before suddenly chuckling —Wendy was saying that for his benefit, was

not lying when she said she studied

at the screen again, seemingly goofing off and spying on her. Eventually, he glanced at the clock before heading out of the office— aside from the routine meeting earlier, he had

the mood in the company had generally

the way, and the clock was soon pointing

excuse. "Sure, you may go." She left, hurried through an alley and arrived outside a familiar shop. She whipped out her phone, making a call as she watched the alley. No one answered, and she hung up,

made a turn, and