Cynthia's POV
The clock on the wall ticked loudly.
Jamie was supposed to be home in an hour or two. I had spent the last two hours staring at my phone, waiting for news about Jamie. Some part of me was waiting for bad news and the other part of me just stayed silent.
Instead, I got a picture.
It was from an unknown number, but I knew where it was from. It's a shot from the far end of a gym.
Jamie was mid-air, his face captured in pure, concentrated joy as he went for a layup. He was wearing a jersey that looked brand new and sneakers that probably cost as much as my first car.
He’s a natural. - C
I didn't reply. I couldn't. My thumbs hovered over the screen, wanting to yell at him for buying more things, wanting to thank him for giving Jamie that look on his face, and wanting to
