When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I nodded, indicating that I was going to go downstairs soon.

Ashton’s voice travelled from the phone. “Joseph will be there soon. You should go over together!”

I knew he was worried about me, but I felt he was making a mountain out of a molehill. “Stacey and I will be fine.”

“I told you to go with Joseph!” he barked.

Helpless, I could only nod and agree.

I noticed that it was late and said, “I’m leaving now. I’ll call you when I reach home.”

“Go back after you’ve had dinner and put on more clothes. Wear a thicker coat too,” he reminded me.

I nodded. “Got it. It’s spring now. Besides, this is J City, not K City. It’s hot here!”

Many girls on the street had started to wear skirts.

He ignored my words and said, “Wear more clothes. Don’t forget to call me when you reach home.”

I knew that he was about to start nagging. I quickly curbed the onslaught by saying, “Got it!” I hung up the call.

together for some time, our conversations were mostly filled with trivial chatter. This was probably how life was supposed to

call. When she saw me come down, she said, “Letty, have dinner before you return home. Mr. Campbell is on his way here. He should be here by the time

looked at the phone she had just

to eat and Summer watched me with twinkling eyes. “Mommy, you’re just like a child. Mr. Fuller has to remind you to eat,” she

she did not fancy into her bowl and snapped, “You’re the child. Hurry up and

soup in front of me and said, “Mr. Ashton told me to make this soup for you this morning. He said you have to drink it because it’ll

agape as I stared at the large pot of soup. My head started to ache and I choked out, “Mrs. Eriksen, there’s no way I’ll be able to finish

solemn. “No. You have to finish the soup. Mr. Ashton said that you won’t

suspicion that Ashton was not in K City at all, rather he was in J City. He tracked my every movement

sighed and silently gulped down the soup. Once I

at Mrs. Eriksen vexedly and asked, “Are

pot before scooping out some of the ingredients and placing them in my bowl. “You have to eat these. They’re good for

be heard coming from the yard. I stood

taking my

the food!” yelled Mrs.

the car and said to Joseph, “Head towards

nodded and started up the engine. He looked out at Mrs. Eriksen who had come out of the house and remarked, “Mrs. Eriksen’s legs are

Are you kidding me?

must be very strong. Thankfully, the car had

stole glances at me. He seemed to be