His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 318 Pity

Logan

As Ella posed her question, the dim lighting in the bar cast shadows that seemed to stretch out indefinitely, swallowing the other patrons in a blurry distance.

The hushed jazz, an ever-present undertone, seemed to recede, leaving just the two of us in a world of our own. She waited with that unwavering look of gentle anticipation, clearly wanting the truth.

“The truth is,” I said, my finger running along the rim of my glass, “I don’t really know what happened to her.”

Ella was silent for a moment. When I glanced up at her, I saw that she was shooting me a confused look. Her head was cocked to the side, her almost-white hair, loosened from its tight bun and now cascading over her shoulders, falling into her eye.

I couldn’t decide whether she looked more beautiful now or when she was working so passionately in court. I looked away, swallowing before she could sense the heat creeping into my face.

“What do you mean?” she asked. “Was it an accident, or…?”

I shook my head. “You really want to know?” I questioned, my voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. She nodded. “Only if you’re willing to share, that is.”

A weight settled in my chest, and for a moment, I contemplated brushing it off with a light- hearted remark. But there was something about her, about the ambiance of the night, that made me think it might be time to share the heavy secret I’d carried for years.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “It was a Tuesday.”

Suddenly, the bar faded, and I was back in our old house…

The sun cast a golden hue over the neighborhood as I made my way home, the excitement of acing my math test bubbling up inside me.

forward. Our small, cream-colored house stood proudly at the end of the lane, its windows gleaming

the days of my father’s ‘business’ really taking off. We always had money, more money

remembered overhearing arguments between them, often with her telling him that she didn’t want her sons raised

us to be normal. But as I stepped inside, an unsettling quietness greeted me. The familiar hum of

dropping my backpack by the

No reply.

silent second, the grip of unease tightened around my heart. I climbed

something was wrong. Seriously wrong. The hairs on the back of my neck

I pushed it open. I immediately wished that I

face devoid of the joy I so associated with her. My

around me. “Mom!” I cried out, rushing to her side, hoping against

intensity of the memory had me practically

weight of the words feeling like a boulder on my

eyes misted

up a hand, stopping her. “That’s

talking. I had never opened up like this about my mother, or about anything for that matter, to anyone. But the need to

on,” she murmured, leaning back a little in

behavior. He seemed almost… indifferent. Cold,” Ella leaned closer, her voice soft. “That’s… that’s hard to imagine. His wife had

bitterly. “You’re

my pocket. “He sold everything that belonged to her. Everything. Except this.” I brought out the music box, its once vibrant colors now faded. It was tiny, not even the size of my palm. Its ornate design was still beautiful,

the space between us. Ella reached out, touching the delicate engravings. “May

I watched as she carefully turned it over in her hand, inspecting the pattern and listening to the faint song that