Dera.
I carried Zara hurriedly indoors as fast and as far as I could.
I had heard about how expensive this connection between parent and offspring was. Trust me, it’s not. Shame. I wasn’t yet willing to make sure my secret wasn’t blown up in the air so soon.
I was still recovering from the shock of Jim showing up at my house. They were a live wire, and I was beginning to regret why I had hastily invited him inside.
A lot of things had happened at once. I had seen a ghost from my past. I had watched that ghost about to get his face acquainted with the sheets.
Seeing him after four years had shaken me badly. Walking out of his life was supposed to be a forever deal.
He showed up, and the laughter that I had struggled to bury resurrected. Even the wounds that had healed prior
