Chapter 15
Jessica Hemsworth
‘You are not even my real mom'
My fingers subconsciously tightened around the pencil, pressing it hard against my drawing book, as those words replayed in my head.
After I left Jeremy's school earlier, I took a cab to the park to clear my head.
“Don't let her ruin your mood, Jess. There are more important things to think about.” I whispered to myself.
My lips curled in a smile at the beautiful design I recently started working on. It was a drawing of a beautiful fitted gown.
I chuckled. “I still got my charms.”
“I had no idea you were an artist.” I heard a familiar voice, and the next second, Mr. Hall stood in front of me, hands inside pockets, eyes on my book.
“My goodness!” I rose to my feet, my heart still racing. “Mr. Hall… Uhm… I… it's good to see you.” I stuttered, my breath galloping, unsure of what to say.
“It's good to see you too, Ms. Hemsworth.” A small smile played on his lips, and disappeared almost immediately.
“I didn't expect to run into
