112 Judge Malik 5

The sun cast a warm glow over the cozy living room, illuminating the photographs adorning the walls. I sat curled up on my favorite armchair, a steaming cup of tea cradled in my hands. My gaze wandered to the framed picture of my two sons, Marcus and Trey, smiling back at me. It had been over two years since my divorce, and while the wounds had healed, I still wore the scars of a failed marriage. A memory I could never forget hung in my mind. There was a knock from the building’s entrance door, interrupting my quiet reverie. "Marcus? Could you get the door?" I waited for a response, but after a while, I decided to check who was at the door myself. It was the mailman. He handed me some letters which had my name written on them and left. I went back to my room before I examined the letters. I sighed and opened the message, knowing exactly what it would say. "Hey, Lala! I've been thinking, maybe it's time you dip your toes back into the dating pool. It's been long enou