The Runaway Groom

For Ricky, life in prison was stressless, even happy, which explained his sunny disposition.

It was certainly a far cry from being a criminal who had to look over his back every day.

Irene nodded. "Is there anything you want? I can buy it for you." Ricky shook his head. "I'm not short on anything here, and Lulu bought a lot of stuff for me a while ago. She often visits, too, so don't worry." Irene pursed her lips. Lulu would probably not have the time to visit him now...

"I'll come whenever I have the time..."

“No, it's very far, and you have to take care of your children. Don't worry about me, just come by if you happen to be passing by." Ricky smiled.

Irene looked at his smile for a while before hanging her head guiltily. If she had cared more about him, he might not have strayed like this. It was too stern a lesson, to waste his best days behind bars when he was at the age to strut and see the world.

"Right, we're doing some sewing later," Ricky said, still smiling. "I've learned a skill, at least.”

Irene smiled too, but her nose was a little runny just then.

To think that he could still joke around at a time like this!

“You punk," she huffed.

“Is Tommy taller now?" he asked.

"Yeah." Irene nodded.

in turn, a little wistful just

together,” Irene told him.

was over, and Irene had to hang up the phone and leave

back to the hotel and took out her phone

so they had to wait until tomorrow,

see Zachary around—he was not in his room or at the

headed to the restaurant, took a window seat, and

she looked downward without meaning to, she spotted Zachary and Lulu

a

were talking about, but it

sighed quietly

was convinced they would always be together until they

seeing them miss out

to call Stan's number, and

Isaac?" she asked

his sick bed, while Stan passed him the phone, saying,

Isaac said. "You can step