Sam and Jasper were sitting at that same cafe. Sam's small and soft hands were in the between of Jasper's large and rough but comforting hand.
"T-That woman, s-she is the wife of Mr. Walto...-, my father's," Sam said giving a little laugh, but both knew how difficult it was for her to talk about that old man. Jasper didn't say anything but started running his thumb over her hand.
"I-I may sound like a brat but I never wanted to share my father, that woman is the reason for my m-mom," Sam finds hard to say anything because of the clump in her throat.
'"Shh its ok Sam i-if...-"
"No, I want to tell you, I don't know why but I want to," She said with glossed eyes. Giving her encouraging smile he nodded.
"Just by seeing her, I started remembering she is the reason for my mom's... I know it
