30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Estrella spun around suddenly. “I’m here, Ryan.” Her voice was gentle, as tender as if she was speaking to a newborn baby. At the sound of his name, the boy’s eyes rimmed with

red.

At home, they all referred to him as “Bad Luck” or “Goner,” or worse, “That Dying Kid.” Once he escaped that house, the kinder folks would just call him “Kid,” but most hurled insults like “Devil’s Spawn” or “Some Stray Mongrel.”

He stared at Estrella, and his eyes brimmed with tears. He managed to say, “Ms. Estrella, I looked up the laws before I killed them. Don’t get your hopes up, and please don’t work too hard. I’m afraid it’ll just make you disappointed.”

Since his mother was taken from him, warmth was a stranger to him. He couldn’t remember what kindness felt like.

Ironically, it was after he got locked up for his crime that the cops and the prison wardens treated him with a dignity he’d never known. They didn’t despise him like the outside world did. Especially Estrella, she’d been so kind to him when nobody else had hope for him. But that made him scared scared that if he didn’t make it, Estrella would grieve.

Estrella’s reassurance came with a soft smile. How would we know unless we try, right? We can’t leave things to regret, can we?”

“Thank you, Ms. Estrella.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

—

As Estrella left, Ryan looked down at the pastries she’d brought him his favorite, egg tarts and shortbread cookies. He’d once told her they were the best things in the world, so she made a point of bringing him some every time they met.

His eyes moistened as he picked up a cookie and took a bite, remembering how she told him there would be a chance to taste even better things in the future. Despite all the delicacies in the world, he had no longing for it. If there was anything he dreaded, it was the thought of his Ms. Estrella being upset.

Outside the visiting room, the staff didn’t rush Ryan back to his cell. Instead, they waited until he finished his pastries before escorting Him back.

When Estrella got into Bryce’s car after leaving the prison, her mood was still heavy. Bryce squeezed her cheek playfully. “Feeling down? That’s not my Ella.”

his hand away. “Just let me be sad

hair. “I just

flicked his hand away again. “Go play in traffic, will you?”

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emotionally involved in Ryan’s case he hadn’t met the kid, nor was he as

–

Estrella hoped for, and how much that would

let out a slow breath, Bryce tousled her

the car. “Ryan told me not to get my hopes up.” If Ryan hadn’t said that, she might not have been as affected. But after he had, Estrella felt even more determined to

offer any more comfort, just massaged the back

support.

chuckled, “Now you’re the quiet one. Not so loud and boisterous now, huh?”

“Who’s loud and boisterous

demeanor. “Enough chit-chat. Take me

eat lunch. Don’t make me

it, Dad

awful to hear.”

progress and her thoughts with the director, who said, “Estrella,

the work, but keep your emotions in check,” he said

“I understand.”

business networking event this weekend in the southern suburbs. We’ve got a few spots available. You and

“Sounds good.”

that, Estrella returned to

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