Annabelle nodded, shifted slightly, and sat back-to-back with Kendrick, resting her head gently against his back. She tilted her head up to look at the white clouds in the sky, took a deep breath, and felt a wave of peace and contentment wash over her.
After a while, she turned her head to glance at Kendrick, who seemed to still be fiddling with her phone. Smiling, she asked, “Mr. Gregory, are you writing an essay over there?”
“Just about done,” he replied casually.
Annabelle didn’t press further and closed her eyes to rest.
Kendrick had just finished editing a post. After reviewing it and nodding in satisfaction, he hit “publish.”
His little bunny was usually too low-key—and still so young. Just by her looks, she could pass for a high schooler around seventeen or eighteen. A few days ago, a family newly moved into their community, just back from overseas, with a teenage son still in high school.
Somehow, that boy got Annabelle’s contact and immediately confessed to her, asking her to
