The next day, Julia took Isabella out.
They went to all the places Isabella wanted to visit, and Isabella had a great time.
By late afternoon, Julia asked, “Isabella, there’s a bonfire party here tonight, and they’ve got more activities tomorrow morning too. Want to stay overnight?”
Since neither Franklin nor Maggie had time to hang out with her, Isabella had been pretty bored. When Julia suggested this, she immediately nodded. “Sure!”
“Okay, I’ll let your dad know.”
“Okay.”
Julia picked up her phone, about to call Franklin, but as she was about to dial, she switched to texting instead.
The message went out quickly.
Franklin barely answered her calls anymore. He rarely replied to her texts either, and when he did, it took forever.
She figured this time would be the same.
But surprisingly, not long after she sent the message, Franklin replied: [Okay, got it. Thanks for doing this.]
Julia stared at Franklin’s message for a moment, then sent another: [Still busy?]
This time, it took Franklin a while to respond: [Yeah.]
Looking at his reply, seeing that he hadn’t asked where she and Isabella had gone today or if they’d had fun, Julia could tell that even though Franklin had texted back, she could still feel how perfunctory and distant he was being.
Staring at the screen, after a long moment, she actually wanted to ask if he was free tomorrow night, but she didn’t send it. Instead she typed: [Isabella and I are going to grab dinner.]
This time, Franklin took even longer to reply: [Okay.]
That evening, Julia and Isabella stayed at a hotel near the scenic area.
When they got back to the hotel, Isabella called Franklin. He picked up right away.
Isabella had it on speaker, so Julia heard every word of their conversation.
Franklin must have been in his car. As Isabella excitedly shared stories from the day, Franklin on the other end listened carefully, responding to
everything, incredibly patient and gentle.
Forget about Levi and the others–even Julia had always felt that Franklin treated Isabella exceptionally well.
Even during the best times in their relationship, when Franklin was most into her, she’d often felt like Isabella mattered more to him than she
did.
But Franklin hadn’t even liked Isabella until she was three or four years old.
After a moment, Julia snapped out of it and chimed in. “Heading to a business dinner?”
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Franklin said, “Yeah.”
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