49

49.

“Carla?”

It was her. In my house.

For almost a year Carla Jennings, the woman who used to be desperately in love with Noah had been away from south bend. From what I heard, she was so heartbroken by Noah’s marriage to another woman she had decided to leave so that she could heal from the wounds caused by it. I did feel bad for her and hoped she would get alright. After sometime, she was forgotten. I never really ever thought about her as she had not had such a big impact on my life.

Now, here she was. In my house. I had heard the doorbell a minute ago but that was not why I had come downstairs. I was returning Ava’s feeding bottle, having left her