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

so courteous in your

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

him had to be burned so that he could use it in the afterlife. We hadn’t had much in the first place, so

of entertainment at night. At present, the only sounds outside were the occasional dog barking and whooshing wind from some unidentified place. She stood there for a long time. Pulling her clothes tighter around her, she then turned and went back into the house, turning off the lights before going

with John, followed by them getting their divorce certificate. Finally, she dreamt of a child standing in front of

At this time, other people’s chimneys were already smoking. Having nothing at home, she could only straighten

to feed his chickens and ducks. Shock assailed him