Chapter 9. The Change of Lies

“Hey, my love.” Aaron said as Zera stepped into the kitchen.

She had entered the living room and smelt the wonderful aroma of Ghanian-spiced turkey, and she immediately knew it was Aaron’s handiwork. She didn’t even go to the bedroom to set her bag down; she immediately approached. She remembered her dream, and it made her heartbeat unsteady, but Aaron’s voice, which came from within the kitchen, told her he was the one inside. She released a sigh, at ease with him, and walked over to the door to stare at him.

She found him there in a white singlet that hugged and showed off his toned body and an apron around his neck and middle. She would never tire of seeing him.

“Hey,” she replied with a small smile, happy to see him, “did you go to work?” She asked curiously.

“What do you think?” He asked instead, and she frowned.

Since when did he answer questions with another question? Still, she answered.

“You don’t look to have gone to work today. Am I wro