The car rumbles with each turn Ethan takes; it stresses me out to think we can stand at any moment; I keep worrying is it the car or the engine…
“Where is the boat, Barren?” He shifts in between the gap of the seats, “We’re almost there,” He has been all over, as I can tell, everywhere we go, he has a car or a boat, he probably traveled for a living, must be,
Barren keep stroking my hair, making me uncomfortable, “Uncle, tell me another story,” He shifts backward and their chatting continues, Ethan grip my hand tightly, I can’t do this, I thought I could, but I can’t,
Each time I look at him, I just want to cry… “Issabella, are you okay?” I sniff swiftly. s**t, I cried for real? What baby? “Yeah… pregnancy,” Yip, blame it on the pregnancy…
“I see the docks,” Thank goodness, we are fina
