Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Ashton didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Scarlett.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Ashton hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Ashton had hired her to take care of Summer.

had gotten much better, and was playing with Snowfluff

this sight, I decided to let it be, and just as I started to head back to my room,

it. I’ll be right down.” And I trod back to my

I sat at my dresser, and only then did I

it cropped to my shoulders. Macy once made a joke about it, saying that I could use my short hair to turn down love confessions. All I had to do was tell the person to wait till my hair grew

the message sooner

the thought of the past. What might seem silly for that instance had turned into

our lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands. On

tap, tap… That must

braiding my hair. To my surprise, it wasn’t her

back, and everything

quarrel

my shoulders, and I could see his gentle eyes observing my every braid through the mirror. There

on with my business. But

silence, and so

Huh!

took a breath, and right before I could ask my question, Ashton put out

totally slipped my mind! We

treated like a

opened the drawer as I took out the hairband, and tied my hair with

you still have to go to the company?” I rubbed my

putting on make-up as I wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d take time to remove it. A chapstick would do the

tried to

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