Five years after the wedding
"Rave Zion!" Veronica yelled at the top of her lungs. Her four years old son ran downstairs while giggling.
"Mommy!" he said and immediately hugged her. Veronica's anger dissipated at the sight of her son. She crouched down and patted his head.
"Son, what did I tell you about fighting?" she said. Rave pouted his lips and bowed his head.
"That it's not good," he replied while playing with his fingers. Veronica heaved a sigh and carried him.
"Don't do it again, okay?" Veronica said. "I don't want you to get hurt," she added. Rave smiled and showed his pinky finger.
"Pinky promise," he said. Veronica smiled and took his pinky finger with hers.
"Now, let's get your bag okay?" she said. They were planning a three day trip to the South. Her father, Henry, wan
