No Strings Attached

Every place she passed seemed to echo with memories of lan. They had once kissed on a swing, basked in the sunlight lying on the grass. Together, they would run around the yard with their little dog, Snow. Every place she went seemed to carry the essence of lan.

Clara sat on the swing, gently stroking Snow's head. Her voice was soft. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Snow, I miss your dad."

Snow responded with a soft whimper.

Then Clara sighed, "If only he wasn't Leonora's son."

But the world wasn't made of "ifs." It was just a fanciful wish she harbored deep inside.

Clara chuckled at herself, a hint of self-mockery in her laughter.

Just then, she saw Chase's car pulling in. Sasha, like a little kite, ran towards her. "Clara, I came to see my godson!"

husband's not home, sneak a bite, but not too much, okay? We wouldn't

lifted significantly. She stuck out her tongue, taking a lick of the cupcake, and closed her eyes in contentment. "How come

my godson even more. Come on, let me feel if he's grown any bigger." She placed her

might want to touch less, lest the baby ends up fiery

this, Sasha turned and glared at

I'd still say. Clara, can you believe her? Just because I entered her room without knocking, she beat me up first thing in the morning, and

you ask what he did? He barged in when I was undressed. Do

with a roguish laugh, said, "It's not like I haven't seen it before.

two started chasing each other around the yard, with Snow

a smile finally

Sasha's wrist, whispering, "Come on, I've made Clara laugh. What more do

kicked him again. "You're not needed here anymore. Beat

to get me some food? I

him, running back

phone, snapped a picture of Clara, and sent it to lan. "Made your wife laugh. Don't I get something for