Anastasia was alone in her room, lying quietly on her bed when Mason's thought crossed her mind.
"He's still not back from work..." she whispered, eyes drifting to the ceiling.
"He really works too hard. The expectations must be like a heavy chain on his shoulders."
A soft sigh escaped her lips, and her heart grew heavy with concern.
"I feel sorry for him," she muttered to herself.
Then, just like a soft breeze on a warm day, Mason's grandfather's advice drifted into her memory.
"Start acting like his wife. Take the first step. Show him he's not alone."
With new resolve, she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen before typing.
"Please, get me vanilla ice cream on your way back home… Thank you." She whispered what she had typed in the text message.
She stared at the message for a second before tapping send.
Her heart pounded.
'Is that not stupid of me?' she thought. 'What if he thinks I'm being childish? What if… he doesn't even read it?'
