Chapter 128

Most of his teeth were long gone, and when he smiled, deep wrinkles fanned out across his face. The staff at the home took good care of him, but there are things no amount of care can stave off age and decline come for everyone.

Irwin shrank back, dodging the old man's reaching hand. He slipped behind Stewart, frowning. "Dad, I don't know him. Who is he?"

Stewart ruffled Irwin's hair, his gaze lingering on the old man who just kept grinning blankly at Irwin. Stewart's eyes darkened, but he said nothing.

By the time they left the nursing home, it was already half past two in the afternoon.

Irwin could hardly contain his excitement-he wanted to see Briony as soon as possible.

"Dad, are we going straight to see Mom?"

Leaning back against the seat, Stewart pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah."

"Yay!" Irwin cheered. "It's Valentine's Day and I haven't bought any lanterns yet! Dad, can we go pick some out first? I want to choose the prettiest one for Mom!" Stewart smiled and ruffled his hair again. "Alright."

...

There was a big street fair set up along the edge of Pearbrook in Northborough, with stalls selling all sorts of lanterns-heart-shaped, animal-shaped, even

float

was bound to be

picking out lanterns, Irwin also

for Rosita to Stewart. "Dad, this one's for Mom Rosita. But we need to hide it in the car first, okay? Don't let Mom see it, or she'll get mad if she finds out I got one for Mom Rosita

taken aback. "Why do

got mad at me. Mom Rosita said

that," Stewart said, taking the lantern

Irwin's tone was utterly certain. "Mom Rosita says girls get jealous, and when they get jealous, they get angry! But being jealous just means you

jealous and mad because I'm close

"Why do

came back, things were good between you and Mom. I

Stewart: ".

with a five-year-old felt

married

a hand over his mouth,

no one was watching. I'd

blushed in front

wandering back. Briony's skin was

easily, especially when

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