“Shall I take you home?” he asked.
I squinted my eyes at him. “Going to see Summer?”
He was surprised. “May I?”
“Why not? You’re her uncle.”
He beamed with joy but tried to suppress it.
We went to pick Summer up from her school.
She had not seen John even once during the four years here in R Province. However, she was not too shocked to see him as we had been having many visitors recently.
Summer and I took the back seat. She turned her head to and fro to look at John and I. “Mommy, is Mr. Stovall your friend?”
I nodded. “Summer, he’s your Uncle John.”
“Uncle?” she gasped.
John thought she was calling him and he immediately turned around gleefully.
“Watch out!” I yelled upon seeing the cars coming our way.
Luckily, his quick reflexes in maneuvering the steering wheel prevented a car crash.
He pulled over and cast a serious look at both of us. With anticipation, he asked, “Summer, call me again.”
I…
Summer was flabbergasted but did as he said. “Uncle John!” she addressed him sweetly.
A delighted smug settled upon his face. He exclaimed ecstatically, “Did you hear that, Scarlett? She called me ‘Uncle John’!”
I could totally feel him. He’s just like me, lonely on the inside and always searching for a sense of belonging.
A simple greeting from Summer made John feel joyful. It gave him the warmth that he had been yearning.
He was very happy. At the same time, he also had a complicated feeling toward others.
When he sent us home, I noticed that his gaze was fixated on Summer for a very long time. He looked like he was in deep thoughts.
Something’s not right.
As soon as we reached home, Summer went to pluck some fruits. I asked, “Is there anything bothering you?”
He came back to his senses. “Scarlett, what would you do if you’re pregnant but the father of the child wants you to abort the baby?”
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