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.

just then. "He'll be taller than me when

your act together,” Irene told him.

visit duration was over, and Irene had

hotel and took out her phone to check flights to book

to wait

Zachary around—he was

to the restaurant, took a window seat, and

meaning to, she spotted Zachary and Lulu downstairs

quite far from being able to get a good look, but she

they were talking about, but it might

sighed quietly and

would always be together until they were

was reality, and seeing them miss out

whipped out her phone to call Stan's

Isaac?" she asked

Isaac was blindfolded in his sick bed, while Stan passed him the

"You can step