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.

the anticipation of sharing my achievement with Mom driving me forward. Our small, cream-colored house stood proudly at

We always had money, more money than my classmates, but our life was

I got older, I began to realize that it was my mother who kept my father in check. I often remembered overhearing arguments between them, often with her telling him that she didn’t want her sons raised thinking that they were above everyone

inside, an unsettling quietness greeted me. The familiar hum of the TV was missing, and the savory

I called out, dropping

No reply.

tightened around my heart. I climbed the wooden stairs, their creaks sounding more pronounced

me sensed that something was wrong. Seriously wrong. The hairs on the back of my neck raised, and I couldn’t explain

a deep breath, I pushed it open. I immediately wished that

her once radiant face devoid of the joy I so associated with her. My vision blurred, my throat constricting with a pain I had

“Mom!” I cried out, rushing to her side, hoping against hope that it

of the memory had me practically gasping for breath, my

managed to whisper, the weight of the words feeling like a boulder on my chest. “Cut her wrists. That was the first time I realized just

misted

up a hand, stopping her. “That’s

I had never opened up like this about my mother, or about anything for that matter, to

murmured, leaning back a little in her chair.

He seemed almost… indifferent. Cold,” Ella leaned closer, her voice soft. “That’s… that’s hard

bitterly.

music box, its once vibrant colors now faded. It

the space between us. Ella

she carefully turned it over