CHAPTER THIRTY
THREE YEARS AND NINE MONTHS LATER
Pulling a smile, I watch Francis skip around with a group of random kids in the park. Sitting at the park every Saturday, watching him play around had become a healthy habit. It was like a reminder that in this damn world there was still a spark of good worth clinging on to. Today he had turned seven years old and I actually had a surprise party planned for him. Speaking of a surprise party, I picked up my phone, dialing Raghav’s number. As almost impossible as that sounded, we were kind of friends right now but not exactly close.
“Lana. You missed me already?” His cheerful voice came through, being all flirty as always.
“Rags, “I sighed, glancing as Francis ran around with a couple of kids,” How’s the party planning coming along?”
