Ashton’s cheeks plumped up when he saw me coming downstairs. He was in the middle of telling Flora the dos and don’ts around the house and with Summer.

“All set?” he asked. I nodded, and we headed out.

Once I got into the car parked in the yard, Ashton carefully placed a box in my hands and started the engine. “This is HiTech’s latest model.”

I staggered before lifting the cover. Inside lay a classy new phone with a diamonds cast gold rim. Quite fashionable, I’d say.

Right, he smashed my phone last night.

I then took it out from the box, gave it a rough scan, and slid it into my purse.

Our journey to Hannah’s place was in absolute silence.

John bought Hannah a villa in South District. It was baroque-inspired, and the yard was a medley of flora. Unfortunately, the deep snow took center stage this season.

John hired two caregivers to take care of Hannah and the baby. He wasn’t home when we got there.

Hannah was still in confinement. She came down to the living room when she heard our car’s rumbling engine coming to a stop.

She was in her warm puffy pajamas and looked rather pale as if she was just done with the delivery.

to squeeze out a smile. “Hey, how’s it

lost so much weight!” I couldn’t help but noticing how gauntly thin

is what happens once the baby’s

for us to take a seat and had the

no signs of the child.

of water. “You know, he’s premature and will need

statement, I still felt sorry for

things got better as she

like a totem pole. He would pick up his drink or hang up an incoming call

drill. “Ashton, I bet that you’ve never seen a one-month-old baby. Why don’t you go upstairs and check it out? At least you’ll know what it’s like when it’s you

for a bit and nodded before being led up to the second floor

he was out of sight, Hannah asked,

“No, why?” I denied.

as obvious as a garish billboard! What made the almighty Mr. Fuller reduced into a gawper, listening to our dull conversation

considered

my head and smiled. Period. End of

home. As Ashton and I left, I blurted, “Let’s go to the

His worried

“Your vasclips.”

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