Jason pulled out his phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally decided not to make the call.
He told the driver, “Let’s go.”
The driver could tell he wasn’t in a great mood and was about to start the engine when the apartment door opened, and out came a familiar pair—Ruby and Ella.
Ella had a school project due tomorrow and was short on a few materials, so Ruby brought her out to buy them.
The little girl wore her hair in two playful pigtails, holding her mom’s hand as she bounced along the sidewalk. She looked like she was well cared for—cute as a button and full of life.
Seeing her made Jason think of his own son, who was ten—four years older than Ella. He couldn't help wondering—if things had gone differently, maybe they would’ve grown up together.
He watched R
