Sophia got jolted awake by her phone's alarm.
She had a class later at 4 PM and had set the alarm on purpose.
Waking up, she didn't spot Brandon in the room, but saw the note he stuck on the door. It read in bold black marker.
“Got a thing at the office, just next door. Call me when you wake up.”
Sophia reached out and ripped the note off the door.
Brandon's handwriting was on point, as pleasing to the eye as printed text.
Back in their school days, Sophia was always wowed by Brandon's penmanship – a blend of envy and admiration for that effortless elegance and strength that she just couldn't mimic.
Some folks just ace it in every little detail.
It had been a hot minute since Sophia last saw Brandon's writing, and it was still a sight for sore eyes.
She spaced out for a sec, staring at the words on the note, then tucked it away and scanned the room – no sign of Brandon.
The note had the time on it; he'd been out for over an hour, probably something urgent.
When she was home, Brandon rarely went out, and when he did, it wasn't usually for more than an hour.
He wouldn't leave her – a pregnant lady – alone at home.
On that front, Brandon was miles ahead of many other guys.
Sophia hadn't mentioned her afternoon class to Brandon. Lately, she'd been super sleepy, dozing off after lunch without getting the chance to tell him.
She glanced around the room, still no Brandon. Guess he hadn't come back yet, and who knew if he was tied up with something.
Knowing Brandon liked his peace when working, she didn't call, instinctively thinking to hit him up on WhatsApp. Only when she pulled out her phone did she remember she'd deleted him from WhatsApp after their divorce, never expecting any future run-ins. But now.
After a moment's thought, she flipped his note over and scribbled on the back. “Got class this afternoon, heading to school. You do your thing, no worries about me.”
Then she stuck the note on his bedroom door, quickly got her stuff together, and headed out.
The Starlight Hotel was huge, tons of rooms on each floor, and Brandon had gone for the quietest, least disturbing corner suite. From her room to the elevator was a bit of a trek.
Sophia had time to spare and didn't want to rush with a baby on board, so she just moseyed along to the elevator. Hardly anyone else around – maybe it was the off-season. She reached the elevator and mindlessly stretched out to press the button when the doors swung open. She stepped in without a glance, not expecting to nearly bump into someone coming out.
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