Scream for me

“You haven’t called me that since before I could reach the top of the fridge without jumping.” Mushroom was his nickname for me when I was younger.

“I know. I was hoping it would remind you that I love you dearly.”

“I never said you didn’t love me.”

“I know you didn’t, but I felt I needed to remind you.”

“Why?”

“I need you to remember so you can forgive me for not listening to you.”

“Do you believe me now that Adeline is not homeless? That she only came back to you because she doesn’t want to be alone?”

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize. How did you find out she’s lying?”

“She sent her driver to pick up her things from the house.”

“She has a driver. And she’s moved out,” I ask, shocked.

“Yes, to both of your questions and this time. It’ll be the last time I ever believe her and take her back.”

“Promise me that?”

“I promise you, my dear niece, who loves me more than anyone in this world, that I will never believe Adeline