It was quite late when Darya reached home.
She brushed her teeth, changed into a set of comfortable pyjamas and slipped into bed, planning to catch up on some much-needed rest.
The next morning, the sun’s rays filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on Darya’s face.
The combination of her biological clock and the glaring light caused her to toss and turn, yet she was unwilling to open her eyes.
It was a Saturday.
She didn’t have to go to work.
It was the persistent ringing of her phone that finally jolted her awake.
Darya fumbled around on the bed until she located her phone and answered the call.
With a groggy voice and a hint of annoyance, she grumbled, ‘It’s so early in the morning. What’s so urgent?’
It was a perfect weekend morning, and sh
