Sixty six: Text message.

Jill

Massaging Mrs. Flores palm, I grinned at her and she did the same. "It feels like a dream," she said, probably for the seventh time.

I chuckled at that, and said nothing, taking a glimpse at Jace who sat on the other side of her bed, staring at his mom like his life depended on her. 

"Can you just forget about that now?" He requested, joking. "I don't trust you when you speak like this. It's either you end up teasing me for it, or you overthink on all of this."

"Oh my boy." She sighed, and tapped his arm gently. "You seriously don't know how happy it makes me feel to know that you're free from that girl. She was a terrible bondage, you know? Thinking about her dominance over you always made me bitter. I constantly prayed that you'd get rid of her one day. God heard my prayers. I'm just so happy."

"We're all happy," he told her, and glanced at me. "I gue