When There Is Nothing Left But Love

After coming out of the prison, I looked up at the gloomy skies. It had been over a month since the sun last came out.

The weather had been cloudy all the while with occasional rain and snow. It was horrible.

However, after the new year, spring would arrive soon.

I glanced at my watch and realized it was time to meet Louis at the Irushean restaurant in the southern suburbs.

When I arrived, John was there. He was parking his car when he spotted me. Raising a brow, he remarked, “You’re early.”

I shrugged. “The same goes to you.”

His lips curved up into a smile. “Uncle Louis told me to come earlier to order the dishes so Mr. Bauman could enjoy dinner with us.”

Oh, I see.

We went upstairs and ordered the dishes before entering our private room.

The vintage-themed room was decorated elegantly. There was a wooden screen at the entrance.

As I was staring at the screen, John told me, “This Irushean restaurant is famous for its vintage decoration.”

a seat. As I seemed disinterested, John asked, “What’s with

J City to meet up with Savini’s wife. Tell her to come to K City to visit Savini with the

assent. “I thought he’s useless to you now? Why did you visit him

hand, feeling slightly exhausted. “I want to

up his brows and squinted. “Did

silence gave him

suddenly queried, “Letty, have you ever thought

my head. “No. It has been years. They abandoned me in

his lips together and tried to sound me out. “If you run into your biological parents one day, will you reunite

all, all they wanted was to make up for their guilt for abandoning me back then. If they loved me, they wouldn’t

fell silent

threat to me, but

blankly, he asked, “What

do you know what my

the ones around me.

grew wide as

my eyes in

be someone or something he cares the most for,” said John with a shrug of resignation. “Think about what concerns you the most. It might be also the