L I N D Y
“Do you think it’s really Jolene?” I ask him.
Milo shrugs his shoulder, “I don’t know. f**k, I wish I knew but I don’t know Lindy. I have been having that problem for days now after I got it and I can’t seem to think of anyone who could do it.”
“What do you mean?”
He breathes, “I got the same gift as well days ago with the same box color and ribbon.” His eyes looking lost. “The handwriting is most definitely hers and I know because I saw it a lot in her paintings.”
I sigh heavily as I tried to tell myself that there was no longer any reason to be jealous about Jolene. There was no point in getting jealous because Milo had chosen me now and we are having our own babies soon. Moreover, she is only just a part of his past that he wants to forget and get rid of.
But there’s
