If I said that I did not want to eat, he would just continue to nag. Thus, I could only reply, “I’ve already eaten. Have you?”

“Yep, I’m eating now!” The sound of glasses clinking together could be heard from his end.

“Are you eating outside?”

“Yep!” he replied.

My hair was still wet, and when I leaned back against it, my back was drenched. I turned and asked, “Who are you with?”

He chuckled lightly and said, “A… girl!”

I pursed my lips. “Is she younger or older?”

“Younger!”

My eyes narrowed as I asked, “Is she pretty?”

“Yep!” he quipped.

lips twitched. “Is she

“Both

and snapped, “Ashton, be serious. Otherwise, I’m going to

laughed loudly and clearly had no qualms about hiding his exuberant

assumed that he was eating with some woman. But from the way he laughed, I could

out from the phone,

since I last heard Summer’s voice and

welled up in my eyes that

phone to Summer.

speaking for some time. A weight pressed down on my chest as I

became anxious and said, “Can you hear

sting me on its way down. I took in a shaky

to her brought on

as she proceeded to fire off words, “Have you eaten, Mommy? When are you coming home? Mr. Fuller and I have been waiting for forever. Let me tell you a secret – I’ve planted many sweet potatoes in the yard. Grandma says that when they sprout, you’ll be back. They’ve already started growing. Are you going to

for a moment, I could not breathe. Tears cascaded down my cheeks endlessly as I nodded and said, “I’m going to be home soon.

Twinkle Little Star.’ I’ll play it for you when you’re back. I know how to draw too. I drew a beautiful picture for you, so please come home soon, Mommy. My birthday is almost here. Mr. Jackson says he’ll invite Michael

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