After dinner, Grant drove Keira home while I returned to our rented apartment.
This was my place, conveniently located near my nail salon. I didn't spend much time at home, so Grant had moved in for a quieter study environment.
The apartment was filled with his belongings—his slippers carelessly tossed around, socks strewn across the couch, and dishes piled in the sink from the day before.
In the past, I had thought he was just overwhelmed with exam stress and that once it was over, he would change his ways. But I realized now that this was simply who he was. As a child, Keira had picked up after him; now, that role had fallen to me.
A wave of fatigue washed over me, and I couldn't help but envision what life would be like after we got married.
Will I become just another mother figure to him?
Is this really the life I wanted?
Grant had been celebrating his new job with friends for days as if he had already reached the pinnacle of success.
That night, he got completely wasted, and a few buddies dropped him off at my place.
He stumbled onto the couch, reeking of alcohol, mumbling to himself.
Just as I was about to whip up something to help him sober up, his phone lit up.