When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Shall I take you home?” he asked.

I squinted my eyes at him. “Going to see Summer?”

He was surprised. “May I?”

“Why not? You’re her uncle.”

He beamed with joy but tried to suppress it.

We went to pick Summer up from her school.

She had not seen John even once during the four years here in R Province. However, she was not too shocked to see him as we had been having many visitors recently.

Summer and I took the back seat. She turned her head to and fro to look at John and I. “Mommy, is Mr. Stovall your friend?”

I nodded. “Summer, he’s your Uncle John.”

“Uncle?” she gasped.

John thought she was calling him and he immediately turned around gleefully.

“Watch out!” I yelled upon seeing the cars coming our way.

Luckily, his quick reflexes in maneuvering the steering wheel prevented a car crash.

a serious look at both of us. With anticipation, he asked, “Summer,

I…

was flabbergasted but did as he said. “Uncle John!” she

ecstatically, “Did you hear that, Scarlett? She called me ‘Uncle

me, lonely on the inside and

greeting from Summer made John feel joyful. It gave him the

the same time, he also had a complicated feeling

sent us home, I noticed that his gaze was fixated on Summer for a very long time. He looked like

Something’s not right.

soon as we reached home, Summer went to pluck some fruits. I asked, “Is there anything

if you’re pregnant but the father

since it’s your child, there’s no reason for you to abandon it.

rather embarrassed and shocked, he clarified, “I didn’t say it’s my

stared at Summer, you’re imagining if the child would be as adorable as Summer,

and sat down on the

both

cents. “Regardless of the situation, if that’s your

got up from his seat. Looking slightly dazed, he left me a sentence before leaving the yard. “I’m heading back to K City. I’ll come see

walking away, I could not help but smile. People will always be healed, whether through an eventful life or

carrying a watermelon with all her might. She scanned around for John. “Mommy, where’s

“He’s left.” I sighed. “Summer, the fruit will rot