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.”

I don’t feel like cooking for myself. “Sure. Sorry

did you become so courteous in your speech after leaving for a

Flipping on 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

to him had to be burned so

present, the only sounds outside

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 her why she

noticing that the sky had just begun to lighten. However, since rural families went to bed early, they also got out of bed early. At this time, other people’s chimneys were already smoking. Having nothing

early in the morning to feed his chickens and ducks. Shock assailed