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.”

her mind. I’m rather tired, so I don’t feel like cooking for myself. “Sure. Sorry for the

so courteous in

she’d previously slept in. The wattage of the lights was relatively low, so the house appeared very

had to be burned so that he could use it in the afterlife.

feet, she went over and opened the door. Then, she gazed out. As it was late, every house had its door closed since rural families would go to bed early considering the lack of entertainment at night. At present, the only

that she couldn’t quite discern between fantasy and reality. At one time, she dreamt of her grandfather before it switched to John’s grandfather, then her wedding with John, followed by them getting their divorce certificate. Finally, she dreamt

went to bed early, they also got out of bed early. At this time, other people’s chimneys were already smoking. Having nothing at home, she could only straighten up the place briefly before going

in years and woke up early in the morning to feed his chickens and ducks. Shock assailed him at the sight of Sophia. “You’re Sophia, no? When