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she replies, smiling. Oh, wow, that went better than I thought it would, “Promise? You aren’t just saying that?” I question, “Promise. We are on the same page.” She answers. I instantly relaxed, knowing we were thinking the same, for now, but there was a chance my recent thoughts would reappear, but I will just continue to fight them for the rest of our time because after the summer, we go back to our lives and possibly not see each other. “What do you want to do today?” I ask, “Or do you want to write some more?” I added.

Charlotte wanted to watch cartoons, yet she could not find any after searching the channels using the remote control. Suddenly, her eyes brightened. “Mommy, it’s daddy. Daddy is on TV!” she called out. Summer was preparing her medicine. She was down with a mild cold due to the recently chilling weather. “Mommy, look quickly, daddy is a hero, daddy is on TV!” She hopped around excitedly. Summer took a glance. It was the scene outside the courthouse crowded by reporters. Mark stood in the middle, looking distinguished and full of swagger.

I get down from counter and follow him back to the living room. Soon we are sitting side by side on the sofa in front of the flat screen TV pinned to the wall. We find a Korean action comedy film called Midnight Runners on N*****x and decide to watch it. Adonis press the play button on the remote and the film begins. He then leans back comfortably on the sofa and wraps his hands around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

And I’m going to turn everything around. -o0o-

I handed him the remote and before he could dare pick something boring, I snatched it back. “Kennedie-” I shrugged “we are watching the Summer I turned pretty” Desmond groaned. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Dead serious” I grinned, curling into the corner of the couch, blanket already pulled over me. “Fine,” he muttered, “I’ll go get you some snacks” “You won’t be able to get out of this, hurry back” I could not stop the smile that spread throughout my entire face. I was feeling so giddy, I could not explain the feeling.

I was caged. The room felt smaller already. My chamber had never been large, but in those first moments after the bolt fell, the air itself seemed to thicken, pressing against my lungs. I turned in a slow circle, taking in the shuttered window, the stripped table, the bundles of herbs Carlene had left hanging from the beams. Pennyroyal. Feverfew. Sage. Their smells bled together into something sharp and bitter, a constant reminder of what they wanted—of what they feared. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t known. They had known for weeks.

“Erica, please—” “Shut up!” she barked, playing it up for the crowd. “Everyone, be careful! This thief might take your phones too!” The music lowered just slightly, as though the speakers themselves wanted to hear the humiliation. And then the insults began. “Gross.” “She looks like she crawled out of a trash can.” “I didn’t even know she could talk.” Something cold slapped my chest—a half-eaten slice of pizza. Then came more. French fries. A drink. Popcorn. Someone actually threw popcorn.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

Rest all family members were waiting for them to confess their feelings and propose to each other, but none of them initiate. After many days, there was a hustle-bustle in the Walter palace. Everybody is happy, but Amy is the most excited one. In fact, her excitement is inexplicable. “Elder sister Julia, I am so much excited today, ahh, finally they are coming back after a wait of whole three months. I just can’t wait anymore to see both of them.” Amy said excitedly, behaving like a kid, only she didn’t start dancing all around the palace. “I know that……” Julia said while controlling her laugh.