Chapter Eighteen

ELLA.

I study the pictures of my son objectively. There are some few physical similarities between him and me, but he mostly looks like his dad. He would have been so proud of the young man he was turning into if he was alive

"if this was Kyle's party at three, i wonder what his sweet sixteen will look like" Chloe says

I laugh and scoop the last of candy debris from Kyle's pinata out of the grass "well he deserves it,he is a good kid, Do you think he had fun?"

“Hell yeah he did, he was smiling through the whole thing, am sure he had fun”

Chloe glances around the backyard and heaves a loud sigh, "All done, foods put away, place is clean. Everyone has gone home, and Kyle is sleeping.

" Kyle is lucky to have you, "i sit on the edge of the trampoline” you do so much more for him than i could ever ask you to”

Chloe gives me a measured look before sitting beside me, the net enclosure on our backs." You guys are my family"

"well then we are lucky to have you" i say

"How are you, i saw you