“Oh… what’s that? Is there a toy model of my husband or something?” I quirked an eyebrow at her, hoping to convey the message that she wasn’t making any sense.
“No, Hazel.” She replied through gritted teeth. “I want Tristan back. Don’t you remember he was mine before I decided to give him to you?”
“Is this Tristan you speak of an object? I can help you search for a tristan.”
“This isn’t funny at all. I’m not kidding, Hazel. I want Tristan back as mine. Tristan Shane Hendrix. I don’t know what you’ll do or how you'll do it, but you have to return what's mine back to me.”
I paused, peering into her sky blue eyes for a while, before throwing my head back to laugh uncontrollably.
“I’m being dead serious here. Nothing is funny at all.” She clenched her fists, not bothering to hide her f
