Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Chapter 134.

"I still should have been able to co come see you."

"Hey."

Her tone turns slightly firmer.

"You called and you check in, that’s what counts. Plus I’m doing better now so don’t bother too much."

Before I can respond, another voice suddenly shouts from somewhere behind her.

"Is that El?!"

Ivy groans.

"Oh no."

The screen suddenly fills with a familiar face leaning into the camera from the side.

"Elaine!"

"Caleb," I sigh.

My brother beams at the screen like he just discovered something exciting.

"You abandoned your family, how could you."

"I am married Caleb," I correct.

"Same thing."

Another voice joins in from behind him.

"Move, idiot."

Caleb gets shoved sideways and now Lucas is in view, squinting at the phone.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"You look alive."

"Thank you... I think?."

Lucas nods thoughtfully.

"Good."

Then Caleb pops back into the frame again.

"You owe us dinner."

"For what?"

"For disappearing on us."

Ivy sighs loudly.

"Can you two not ruin my call for five minutes?"

"No," Caleb says instantly. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Lucas smirks.

"Absolutely not."

I laugh despite myself. The familiar chaos feeling good and normal.

We talk for another ten minutes, bouncing between random topics and sibling teasing until Ivy finally groans dramatically.

"Alright, that’s enough of you people," she says.

"You people?" Noah protests, having joined the call awhile ago.

"I will call you later," Ivy tells me quickly. "Before these three start wrestling in the background again."

"Deal."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

The call ends and for a second I just sit there staring at my phone, a small smile lingering on my face.

It feels good knowing Ivy is doing better today..... better than yesterday at least.

I push myself off the bed and head downstairs.

The house is unusually quiet in this morning.

Sunlight spills through the large windows in the hallway, casting warm light across the wooden floors. Somewhere in the distance I can hear faint clattering coming from the kitchen.

That must be Martha.

The smell of coffee and something sweet baking reaches me before I even enter the room.

I step into the kitchen and immediately spot Martha moving between the counter and the stove with practiced ease.

She glances up when she hears me.

"Oh, good morning sweetheart."

"Morning."

I walk in and lean against the island, just watching her cook while we talk about random stuff, then something catches my eye.

Flowers, there’s flowers everywhere by the far end of the kitchen not just a few, the entire far counter is covered in them.

White lilies, roses and small clusters of baby’s breath tied together neatly, then several bouquets already arranged in glass vases.

I blink.

"Whoa."

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