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’m rather tired, so I don’t feel like

“Why did you become so courteous in

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,

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

early considering the lack of entertainment at night. At present, the only sounds outside were the occasional

she was in an unfamiliar place. The dreams were so vivid 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 of a child standing in front of her, asking her

groggily, she glanced out, 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,

woke up early in the morning to feed his chickens and ducks. Shock assailed him at the sight of