"Alex, how much time do I have?" Eva's voice had a metallic tinge to it, with street noise and the quick clatter of her shoes in the background.
"How much do you need?"
The image of an empty refrigerator, a mountain of dirty dishes, scattered labels, and an open suitcase in the middle of the room flashed through Eva's mind.
"At least three hours."
"How is she?"
"Not good," she paused. "To be honest, she scares me."
"Do you need any help?"
"Not yet, but thanks."
"Got it. I'll give you the day off today, but we'll need you back tomorrow. Everything's on fire."
"Of course. I won't let you all down. We'll make it."
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It's easier for two
RomanceSometimes a minor character disappears from your life and you suddenly realize how little is left in it. Note: Mistakes and vocabulary correction has been provided by the ChatGPT.
