Chapter 113 Post Surgery

• Late spring in Kisqui differed significantly from De Rosie. Firstly, Kisqui lacked the abundant natural beauty that De Rosie offered, and its atmosphere was saturated with despair. I prepared breakfast for both Paul and myself, a simple yet appreciated meal of fluffy omelettes with mushrooms and diced ham, accompanied by English muffins.
• Since he had been spending an extensive amount of time in the home gym, his appetite demanded more than the single serving I had initially prepared. Unfortunately, our house was nearly devoid of food, and there were no fruits available to satisfy him, leading him to resort to consuming the last batch of frozen hake.
• My closet in Kisqui was inundated with two sets of designer collections Paul had generously gifted me for our anniversary. The wedding dress, in particular, posed a considerable obstacle in my quest for a suitable outfit.