Clyver’s POV
“Hold on,” she uttered. Her fingers lifted my chin up and she fixed my tie. When satisfied, she brushed her hands on my shoulder, ironing some crumpled part of my shirt. “All done,” she said.
Today, I decided to go to the office. I don’t usually go to my work, and most of the time, if I do, it means I was forced by dad. But right now is different. When I woke up, I have the urge to start my day right and the energy inside of me to fix my life. Unlike before, I have something to look forward to now.
I never imagined that a day like this would come—waking up in the morning and genuinely wanting to go to work because you want your family to have a comfortable life with you.
“Thank you,” I murmured. I reached for her elbow and gently pull her closer to me. I stared right in
