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.

front of him. “You look just

he is my dad,” Summer said with a hint

“How do you make those clay figures? Can you teach me, please?”

to engage. “You’re

didn’t dare to bully Summer anymore or beat Summer

anyway.

helped him, so

among little kids was just that

you up!” the teacher called from

paused. Dad? Was it Rhett?

the clay figures, Summer ran out excitedly.

had made a figure of his parents and

“Slow down.”

the school gate, Rhett

into Rhett’s arms.

bit guilty.

Summer and Milo’s parents hadn’t arrived

happily on Rhett’s shoulder, not blaming him at all.

home?”

wanted to sneak a strand

eagerly.

Milo hiding behind the door

for him.”

parents didn’t come

turned to see a timid little head poking out from behind the

darkened, and he checked the

couldn’t come, were

Eve, but no one

called the FitzGerald family’s

Rhett, Ms. Eve drank too

child?”

called Mr. Caleb. Didn’t he come to pick him

Caleb dead, not

the voice on the phone,

Milo’s dad really didn’t want him.

can we take him home?” Summer asked softly.

you dislike him?” Rhett ruffled Summer’s hair, secretly snagging

hissed but didn’t dare to complain because it was his

Everyone seemed to want his

dislike him, he’s just naughty.” Summer leaned on Rhett and spoke again. “But if

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

shone his eyes as he peeked out

me to your house?” Milo asked quietly.

Rhett was

down, dejected.

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