The Returning Ex

A while later, Dylan looked at the time. “It’s late. I should be going back.”

John grunted. “You go ahead. I want to stay here for a bit.”

Dylan nodded at him before strolling back along the dirt path leading back. John saw him off as he walked into the night. When he was fully engulfed by the darkness, he looked back around the clearing. Sophia probably came here back then.

He put his hands in his pockets, holding his phone for a while before calling Zack, and it was immediately picked up. Zack knew what he wanted to ask, thus responded quickly, “Don’t worry, boss. Focker hasn’t been up to his antics. He won’t be up to anything for a long time.”

John grunted. “What about Roselia?”

“Oh, her? She left after the deed was done. And she looked happy. Where did you find her, boss? She’s a pro.”

Focker. If he doesn’t rile anything up in the next couple

up. A moment later, John took a deep

through going upstairs, John came back down to take a bottle of red wine. He hadn’t been able to sleep over the past couple of

second floor, he saw Matilda standing outside his room. She was in her pajamas, her head hanging low, looking dejected. “Why are you

to the side, shocked. “Oh, you weren’t in your

door and went inside. “I went out just now. What’s the

with a corkscrew and poured some into the glass on the

you knew. John, you can’t just stand there and watch as I get divorced from your dad. I’m your mother, so

I supposed to do that? You expect me to dissuade Grandma

divorce. What if someone