Chapter 109
Jared was probably shaken up, too. When we got home, he seemed really quiet. Yvonne went straight to her room and cried into her pillow. Jared and I both hit the showers and changed clothes.
Finally, both of us stood by Yvonne’s bed. She was yanking the covers over her head, trying to hide her face from us.
I walked right over, sat down, and firmly yanked the covers away from her.
“What are you doing?” Yvonne glared at me, her cheeks puffed out in anger.
“Running away every time something happens? Are you just going to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich?” I asked angrily.
Yvonne looked at me, aggrieved, then turned to Jared. “What else am I supposed to do? You’re just going to scold me again.”
“So you knew you’d get in trouble, but you still decided to disappear?” I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.
Yvonne just sat there, lips pursed in a pout, and I couldn’t tell if she even realized how serious this was.
Jared spoke up seriously, “Yvonne, promise your dad this won’t ever happen again.”
After Yvonne grew a bit older, she started to really respect, and even fear, Jared, especially when he put on that stern face. Whenever he talked to her like this, she’d make sure to remember the lesson.
“Okay, Dad, I promise.” Yvonne raised her little hand. “But can you ask Mom to leave first?”
Jared furrowed his brows, but without a word, I got up and walked out.
Jared reached for my arm, but I shook him off hard.
Well, once again, it just proved I was nothing more than the outsider here. The real bond was between father and daughter.
Downstairs, Wendy was busy cooking. When she saw me, she smiled and said, “Mrs. Holcomb, just a few more minutes and dinner will be ready.”
“No rush, Wendy. Take your time,” I replied with a gentle smile.
Another cleaning lady was mopping the corridor outside. The rain had blown in under the eaves, and there were puddles of water everywhere.
The rain had stopped now.
I stepped out into the garden to get some air. After a moment, Jared suddenly showed up behind me.
Jared cut in, sounding a bit anxious, “Come on, what kid doesn’t like their mom?”
I thought back to how, even when I knew he was getting along so well with Tracy, I kept everything bottled up inside. I barely even dared to mention her name, afraid that if I did, I’d make him angry and he’d divorce me.
But now, I could bring that name that used to haunt me up whenever I wanted. Probably, it was a progress.
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