Chapter 167

At the Kindergarten.

“Milo, your mom and dad haven’t picked you up yet?” The other kids had trickled out one by one.

“Milo’s dad doesn’t want him anymore.” A group of kids huddled together, spreading rumors that Milo’s dad had abandoned him.

“That’s not true!” Milo, in his little denim overalls, glared at them with puffed cheeks. “Don’t make stuff up. My dad loves me a lot.”

But Milo was lying.

His dad didn’t like him at all.

“You’re the liar. My mom said Milo is the kid no grown–up likes. Your dad doesn’t like mom and he doesn’t like you either,” the ringleader stuck out his tongue at Milo.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Milo reddened his eyes as he lunged to fight with the kids.

But the other kid was taller, Milo, a little kiddo, couldn’t win.

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“Milo, your dad doesn’t want you! Nobody is coming for you,” the bully taunted as no one. came to pick up Milo.

“My mom is running late.” Milo was pushed over and sat on the ground, bursting into

tears.

The ringleader picked up a stone to throw at Milo.

Milo was terrified, curling up. But then he saw Summer who had been quietly sitting in a corner making clay figures. Summer flung a lump of clay that hit the bully square on the forehead.

The bully was smeared with clay and started crying.

Milo, snotty and sobbing, couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his tormentor looking so ridiculous.

Summer was so cool he thought.

Summer was serious as he stared down the bullies. “You’re so noisy.”

“Summer, you’re an orphan,” the ringleader ran off crying.

“Summer is not an orphan. He’s my uncle’s kid,” Milo stood up with a huff, hands on hips, defiance written all over his face.

The kids scattered, leaving only Milo and Summer in the classroom.

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Summer! Summer! Milo bounded over to Summer, shouting.

You’re so loud, Summer frowned, putting down the lump of clay.

in front of him. “You look just like

dad,” Summer said

beside him. “How do you make those

to engage. “You’re noisy.”

scolded him, Milo didn’t dare

anyway.

so he liked Summer

kids was just

to pick you up!” the teacher called from the

Was

Summer ran out excitedly.

of his

“Slow down.”

gate, Rhett reached

into Rhett’s

lifted Summer, feeling a bit guilty. “Sorry I’m

was late. Only Summer and Milo’s parents

not blaming him at all. “Daddy, are we

home?”

murmured, his gaze shifting away. He wanted to sneak a strand of

eagerly.

peeked at Milo hiding behind the door and fell

for him.”

parents didn’t come

timid little head poking out

expression darkened, and he checked the time.

this hour, even if Eve couldn’t come, were Caleb and

but no one

called the FitzGerald family’s

Ms. Eve drank too

child?” Rhett’s voice was low.

Eve called Mr. Caleb. Didn’t he come to pick him up?”

Was Caleb dead, not picking up his kid?

the phone, and glanced

really didn’t want

can we take him home?”

Rhett ruffled Summer’s hair, secretly snagging a few strands.

to complain

was strange. Everyone seemed to want his

dislike him, he’s just naughty.” Summer leaned on Rhett and

let’s go, we’re heading

eyes as he peeked out and dashed

me to your house?” Milo

to,” Rhett was quite disdainful of Milo.

down,

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