Mateo.

“Are you ready, love?” I inquire.

“Yes, we can leave now,” she says as she stands up. I take her hand in mine and walk her down the stairs.

“Good morning, sir,” says Mandy. “Good morning, madam.”

“How are you doing, Mandy?” I ask, my face beaming with joy.

“Good morning, madam Mandy,” my mate says.

“Please, ma, you can call me Mandy,” she says, and my mate agrees. We take our seats, and they begin serving us. I wonder why none of them are asking for the deceased girl, or did Josh erase their memory of her?

“Good morning, my king,” Josh greets me before taking his seat,...