Kyle
“How are you and Elisha, buddy?” Max asked me as he gave me the cup of tea Emma served us. We were at uncle John’s office while Elisha and Charlene had tea time at the lake house's back porch.
I took a sip and looked at him. “We are much better than before. We talk and communicate though she isn’t as bubbly and open as before,” I honestly answered.
I knew I was slowly getting there. Earning Elisha’s trust was more important to me than her forgiveness. Luck was siding on me, and I was making the most of it. It seemed my twins were helping me to win their mom.
“I see. Elisha seems happy and healthier,” Max replied. “Such a lucky bastard you are,” he added.
I chuckled as I rested my back against the couch. “I know, but we are actually here because of her grandparents,”
“Grandpa
