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.

your

“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.

of him. “You look just like Uncle Rhett when

dad,” Summer said with a

sat down beside him. “How do you make those clay

didn’t want to engage. “You’re

Milo didn’t dare to bully Summer anymore or

anyway.

Summer had helped him, so he liked Summer

little kids was just that

your dad’s here to pick you up!” the teacher called from the doorway.

paused. Dad? Was

the clay figures, Summer ran

had made a figure of his parents and

“Slow down.”

gate, Rhett reached out

into Rhett’s

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

was late. Only Summer and Milo’s

on Rhett’s shoulder, not blaming him at

home?”

He wanted to sneak a strand of Summer’s

eagerly.

hiding behind the door and fell

for him.”

Milo’s parents didn’t come

timid little head poking out from behind the door.

darkened, and he checked the time.

couldn’t come, were

called Eve, but

called the

Ms. Eve drank too

she abandoned her child?” Rhett’s voice

Caleb. Didn’t he come

up, fuming. Was Caleb dead, not

hearing the voice on the

really

can we take him home?”

him?” Rhett ruffled Summer’s hair,

hissed but didn’t dare to complain because

seemed to want his

on Rhett and spoke again. “But if he

at Milo. “Milo, let’s go, we’re heading home.”

his eyes as he peeked

to your house?” Milo asked

Rhett was quite

looked down, dejected.

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