Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Ashton didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Scarlett.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Ashton hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Ashton had hired her to take care of Summer.

better, and was playing

back to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch is ready. Would you like me to send it

it. I’ll be right down.” And I trod back

freshening up, I sat at my dresser, and only then did I notice how

in university, I’d always preferred to have it cropped to my shoulders. Macy once made a joke about it, saying that I could use my short hair to turn

guy would get the message sooner

from the thought of the past. What might seem silly for that instance

was yours would always fall

tap, tap… That

turned around while braiding my hair. To

and everything

we quarrel

see his gentle eyes observing my every braid through

his, and kept on with my business. But there’s a limit to my hair length, meaning I had

silence, and

Huh!

before I could ask my question, Ashton put out his. “We’re going to visit Hannah later. Do

my mind! We spoke about this

appreciated his initiative. He never had to give in since he’d been treated

took out the

to the company?” I rubbed

the idea of putting on make-up as I wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d take time to

to butter

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