“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, barely looking at me as he cleared his throat. “My family’s coming over today. Just a small thing. You’ve got, like… four hours.”
I blinked. “Four hours?”
He nodded, already lounging on the sofa like it was no issue. “Yeah. Mom, Dad, sister, and her kids. Nothing major. Could you just clean up a bit, run to the store, and make dinner and a dessert? You know—so we don’t look messy.”
Then he handed me the note.
