The Returning Ex

On the other end, John heard every single word. He then sighed. “Where will you be staying at night? And what will you be eating?”

Sophia thought for a moment. “The store here has everything. We’re almost done cleaning the house, so there’s no problem on my side. You don’t need to worry.”

John was silent for a long while before he grunted in assent. “Alright, then. I got it. Call me if you need anything.”

Only when he’d hung up did Sophia breathe a sigh of relief.

After bustling around for half the day, the sky outside had gone dark. Very much hospitable, Mrs. Hensley offered to have dinner at her place. “Why don’t you come over to my place for dinner? You’ve got nothing here in your house.”

turned it over in her mind. I’m rather tired, so I don’t feel like cooking for

become so courteous in

the lights, she sat down on the bed she’d previously slept in. The wattage of the lights was relatively low, so the house appeared very dim. Although my life has improved a lot now that I’ve come this far in life, every time

house, tears once again streamed down her face. Back when Grandpa passed away, the elders said that everything that once belonged to him had to be burned so that he could use it in the afterlife.

had its door closed since rural families would go to bed early considering the lack of entertainment at night. At present, the only sounds outside were the occasional dog barking and whooshing wind from some unidentified place.

switched to John’s grandfather, then her wedding with John, followed by them getting their divorce certificate. Finally, she dreamt of a child standing in front of her, asking

also got out of bed early. At this time, other people’s chimneys

feed his chickens and ducks. Shock assailed him at the sight of