I Left, Glowed Up Now He's Begging For A Second Chance!

Year

y sure you wan

ltered into my ears that morning, even though I had

ind, Aunt," I murmured quietly, my eyes fixed on my reflection as I

urves I'd somehow managed to build over the years. Curves born from survival.

hat I had done it yes I had, gotten rid of the one thing that had al

ght about the possibili

illed at my sides in that instant as I lif

t, worry etched deep into her face. Her lips were pressed toge

" I asked slowly, adjusting my postu

carefully. "Do you really think there's such a

my throat s

ces surrounding Tristan's death were strange. Complicated. I was too clou

ust an accident?" she rasped. "Some mail fro

my gaze dropping to my phone lyin

en was s

il stil

death. Unfortunately, it's not something I can send via electronic devices because of where I based currently. I'd advise we meet physically here in Michigan.

ll name. No address.No explanatio

ne would be especially with a mail like this who k

really going back because

fter years of avoiding it like a wound that refused to close I had done it out of boredom. But then, this ti

pened my eyes and now I could see things,

could help me stake my claim that perhaps my son hadn't die t

fine. But one thing is cert

pointing me toward, it meant going back there to i

. "But you should know this I know what I'm doing. And even

ut because I couldn't risk voicing everything yet until it's been confirmed a

d softly, "this way I'l

s anoth

d marriage hadn't allowed it back then in Michigan when it first happe

d pursue my dreams I had once abandon because of love it had been my only escape-buryin

had somehow managed to build a name f

less I figured it out I won't be able to let him go and that wa

ying me. "I get it now. But you know t

, her eyes heav

nt to send someone over in

nderstood why she was s

ck there and that should have been

is was

oided seeking the truth about my son b

t I find a chance to avenge my son. I won't avoid this just because Michigan hold terrib

more meaningful look. "Have you thought a

ed her to s

to worry about that. Or anything else. I'm grown enough to take care of myself now." I said

ed. "You know how you came back years ago. I'

oftly. "But you have to

tated th

t, offering a gentle smile

rossed the room to her and wrapped my arms

e, Aunt," I whispered. "I pro

ack slowly, her touch st

lt like I was finally walking toward