Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey returned to her office, grabbed a piece of candy, and made her way back to the nurse's office. Inside, the little boy who had pushed Nolan was still crying, tears pouring out like a broken faucet.

Zoey patted his head, "You go on out, I need to have a word with Nolan."

The boy nodded, hiccupping as he left the room.

Zoey looked at Nolan sitting on the bed, clearly more uncomfortable than before, and she felt a pang of guilt.

"Nolan, does it still hurt? Want some candy?"

She took his hand and placed the candy in his palm.

Nolan looked down at the pink candy, his eyelashes drooped, and tears began to fall.

Zoey paused and immediately panicked.

She grabbed a tissue from the side and started to wipe away his tears.

"I'm sorry, Nolan. I didn't mean what I said earlier. I just... I just don't quite agree with how your dad handled things. It came out harsher than I intended, and it's not your fault. Can you forgive me?" Nolan lifted his clear eyes, long lashes still wet with tears.

Zoey felt as if something had pricked her heart and gently wiped his cheeks.

"Teachers are human too, we make mistakes like kids sometimes. I won't say those things again, I'm sorry. What can I do to make you forgive me?"

"I want... Ozzy."

Ozzy?

Wasn't that the name of his family's dog?

"You want another puppy? I can go buy one this afternoon, how does that sound?"

Ozzy, the one you

remembered, he had been upset over a paper-folded cat when he was

instantly, "Okay, if you

bittersweet pang, he pursed his

the child was appeased, but dealing with Fitch was

of Nolan, couldn't stand

you talk to your dad? Let's put this behind us and be

ten seconds, Nolan

smile curved Zoey's lips as

out now, your forehead's been taken care of, you can go home with your

her arms and

just a tilt of his head, Nolan could

raced, and his

on her back for

he dared to gently

wrap it

around her neck.

subtle changes; she genuinely cared for Nolan, who

she couldn't help thinking, with a father as nitpicky as Fitch, the kid's life must

soured

to Fitch, he was already sitting in

as she entered with

March, you should've let Nolan rest there; doesn't he have a

stopped bleeding; there's no

was frosty, but it softened when he saw her

easy for you not to

and the principal trembled, too scared