The light creeps through the curtains the following morning, painting soft stripes of gold across my bedroom floor. I blink awake, my mind groggy from a restless night filled with worries about my uncertain future with my wife plus the debts and bills that keep on piling up. With a sigh, I swing my legs out of bed and rub the sleep from my eyes.
“Hope I sign a job offer today, so I can focus on Catherine alone after this,” I murmur, soft enough for Layla, who’s sleeping on the bed, not to hear.
Determined to put my best foot forward, I dress meticulously in my best suit, hoping to make a good impression. As I smoothe down my tie and run a hand through my hair, I can't shake the knot of nerves tightening in my stomach.
Stepping out into the bustling city streets, I navigate the path to
