When There Is Nothing Left But Love

It was raining that day; the child’s memory was limited to what he was able to see clearly. Furthermore, the architecture for all the villas on my street was very similar.

Ashton gazed at me from afar and then turned to his son. “Gregory,” he called, with a hint of warning in his voice.

Gregory frowned when he heard. He reluctantly loosened his grip on me and walked back to his father with a pout.

When he reached Ashton’s side, he grabbed one of his fingers coyly.

Children were emphatic; he had probably noticed his father’s anger and was keen to make amends.

Their relationship seems a little too stiff, I thought. He was perhaps a little strict for such a young child.

At that age, they were developing actively. Their nature, reason, and emotional quotient had to be nurtured most carefully.

I wasn’t close to Ashton as we were merely casual acquaintances. It was not up to me to criticize him about the upbringing of his kid.

Ashton stood where he was for a little while. He then turned and led his child into the villa opposite ours.

When they had entered, the man who had opened the door for them walked up to me. “So, we are officially neighbors now. My name is Joseph. If there’s anything you may need, please feel free to ask.”

He handed me his card while he introduced himself. I glanced at it before introducing myself in return. “You can call me Carlette.”

you enquire on behalf of Ashton the other day? Is

is,” Joseph replied. “Mr. Fuller would like a change of scenery for his child. He chose this neighborhood and sent me over to help him settle in. I must thank you again for that

voice rang

found Ashton at the door with a

himself

the shut door of the

mere of an upper middle class. With Ashton’s

did he choose to stay here, of all places? Ashton had many puzzling things about him that could not be deciphered if one were to approach the

for the doors opposite

afternoon, I perked up at the chance of a conversational starter. “You’d never have guessed who just

asked nonchalantly. It was obvious that

“They are…”

Ding dong!

out of my mouth when I was rudely interrupted by the

serving us, and there was no one left to wait on us in the

had already put down his fork exasperatedly

to recent troubles in his life, he had not been attentive towards

soon as