The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 60

Kent couldn’t fathom why Brandon was getting all worked up over the “winter” thing all of a sudden, but he nodded anyway, “Yeah, just like Sophia’s dad said, I even recorded it.”

As Kent said this, he clicked on his computer, “You bet. She was such a darling, a real heart-stealer since she was tiny, pretty as a picture, all rosy-cheeked. Back then, she must’ve been five or six years old, middle of winter, all alone outside…” Haley’s voice, rough with a hint of booze, slowly drifted from the phone. Brandon cut him off, “Send me the recording.”

“The whole thing? It’s kinda long, want me to edit down to the highlights first?”

“Just send it all,” Brandon cut him off again, “Send it now.”

“Alright.” As Brandon’s right-hand man for years, Kent knew the drill and was always ready. He quickly sent the prepared recording to Brandon.

“Good, go on with your stuff.”

After giving instructions to Kent on the phone, Brandon hung up, pressed his palm on the mouse, and opened the recording Kent had

sent.

He didn’t speed through it. Instead, he just put on his headphones, leaned back gently against his computer chair, and hit play. The recording from Kent’s phone was crisp and clear, without any background noise.

Brandon had been listening with his eyes closed, but when Haley said, “It’s all my fault, when I picked her up back then, I never thought her mom might not like her.” he opened his eyes and looked at the audio playing on his computer. Haley’s denials didn’t stir his gaze or expression, until Kent asked Haley if Sophia was always so sweet and adorable as a child. That’s when a flicker of emotion finally passed through Brandon’s eyes. He stared at the screen, listening to Haley’s hoarse, nostalgic voice recalling the moment he found young Sophia, describing her as five or six years old, in the winter cold, alone outdoors, her little face turning blue from the freeze, not crying or fussing, just hugging her knees, curled up into a ball, with those big eyes staring at him full of terror, not shouting out loud; when he walked over, she asked in a weak voice, “Mister, are you here to take me home?”

slightly tilting his head, his hands crossed on the desk, fingertips pressing

the winter,

his

of complications, ended up with pneumonia, high fever for days. When she came to, she was out of it, didn’t

filled with regret entered his ears, Brandon’s

in his ears, and Brandon thought of something Sophia had said not long ago, “You miss her because you two shared many beautiful memories. But if you’re

if Sophia was Yolanda, whether or not she had those memories,

listened to the entire recording seriously and patiently.

sat motionless, staring at the computer screen, his expression blank, his mind filled with Haley’s description of a young Sophia. frail, helpless, terrified, yet remarkably well-behaved

very image of

Brandon longed to see

back a couple of steps, and he stood up.

the way to Sophia’s school,

wind poured in through the wide-open car window,

in wave after wave, his hands steady and skilled on the steering wheel,

hotel,

just as classes were letting out, the ancient, echoing sound of the school bell piercing the campus, and groups of

classroom building, watching the clusters of young students descend