When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The sun’s warmth graced me, but I blocked out its light, though I squinted at it. “It’s a good day.”

“It is,” John answered. We came to a crossroads, but John made a right turn. It was in the opposite direction of our home.

“I thought we’re going home.” I started to panic. All I wanted to do then was to find out what happened in the basement.

“No, no, no.” John didn’t even look at me. “It’s a good day, and the good news won’t stop coming. Next stop, here we come.” He blabbed about his plan, but I didn’t get a word of it.

I frowned, but there was nothing I could do. All I could do was go with the flow.

Trips were fun, but not when I was in a hurry. What a waste of time. I called Ashton.

It beeped, but then the call was hung up. Maybe it wasn’t a good time. I stared at the call record for a few moments before texting him: Call me when you’re done. It’s urgent.

much to my worry. Then John came to the airport. Alright, that was odd, so I didn’t

enter the airport. Then he shrugged. “What are you doing?

annoyed and refusing to cooperate. “You’re getting in the way of

back to push me

the time on my phone, shoving it in his face. “It’s almost one. Who are we

then someone patted my

my eyes was a woman in sunglasses. She spun around, her fishtail skirt sticking to all her sexy curves tightly. The woman was also wearing stilettos, and she radiated nothing but sexual allure.

off her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery! It really is you! Oh my god, you slimmed down so much.” I hugged her

in a mere month or so. Her

stand it, so I spent tons of money to

that’s healed. I got my scars under cover. Pun not intended.