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

become so courteous in your speech after leaving

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

elders said that everything that once belonged to him had to be burned so that

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 sounds outside were the occasional dog barking and whooshing wind

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 why she was crying in a childish voice. She had no idea whether she was crying, only aware that her heart twisted in agony upon hearing the child’s voice. The child’s face was blurry, but he or she was probably

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, other people’s chimneys were already smoking. Having nothing at home, she could only straighten up the place

years and woke up early in the morning to feed his chickens