The Doubting Morning
The next morning, while preparing breakfast and watching him get ready for his imaginary job, I decided to subtly bring it up. “How’s work going, by the way? You mentioned a promotion, right?” I asked playfully.
He didn’t hesitate. “What? Oh, no worries. There’s still a lot of work to do for that promotion, dear,” he replied, as if nothing was amiss.
I played along, kissing him goodbye, my heart racing. Determined to uncover the truth, I followed him into a cab.