Kathy freed herself from her bra and settled down for a snack of ice cream. With the television on a passionate romance movie, and doom scrolling, a dating app. Kathy tried to not confront the reality of her life. Or the mistakes she’d made. Ivy found and lost a guy. He reappears years later. Determined to reconnect with Ivy. Here Kathy sat alone eating ice cream and looking for the next jerk who would ghost her instead of facing her for a single date. Kathy didn’t want to examine his assets any closer. Heath checked all the boxes.How did Ivy manage to find him? She continued swiping, unimpressed by the man-boys and men she encountered. None of them looked remotely close to Heath’s natural sophistication. The majority revelled in their ignorance and immersed themselves in subjects Kathy had no interest in. Camping and long walks were never part of her plans. Flowers were nice, but she never understood why anyone would give someone a dying object to watch as it died. It se
“He’s down for the count.” Heath entered the living room. Since he’d entered their lives, Geoff wanted his father at bedtime. His father must help him with his personal care. Ivy struggled with her feeling out of place. The suddenness of no longer being needed hurt Ivy’s pride. She didn’t know how easily Heath stepped into being the father. Ivy had so many things to learn while she busied herself with keeping Geoff and herself alive. “I’m sure it was easy. After all that fresh air today, then your conversation about celebrating his birthday. He’s running on high from the time he wakes up to the time he goes to sleep.” “Are you jealous Ivy? Love, I could have been here earlier to help. If you’d told me sooner.” “Please don’t start, Heath. You put me in a box. Then you pushed it to the side. I chose not to stay in that box and die alone. You never liked that. Life still threw me a lovely complication and constant reminder of my past. Don’t
Kathy sat there watching Parker pack away a frightening amount of food. She knew from experience if she dared to eat like that, she’d need to buy her entire wardrobe again in a size or two larger than its size sixteen it currently was. She desired to downsize but lacked motivation to act. What was the point? No one in Kathy’s life showed concern for her appearance or well-being. So, she ate until she became too self-conscious to eat anymore. Parker, on the other hand, packed away whatever food she left behind. He didn’t appear embarrassed or apologetic in the least. “You said you’d explain why you barged into my apartment, deleted my dating apps, and insisted I eat this with you.” They’d been sitting there watching the movie and eating the food Parker brought. Parker didn’t appear to be in a hurry to explain anything. Kathy, however, questioned whether he had anything to say at all. Which clouded his purpose for being here in mystery for
“It’s getting late, love. We should get some sleep.” Heath said finally after their conversation finally died down. He’d sent a list of things to Parker that must happen or accomplished between now and Monday. Ivy messaged Kathy, asking if she could care for Geoff on Sunday. Both parents agreed to keep Geoff in the dark about their recent irresponsibility and its potential impact on their lives. Heath knew he must keep Ivy calm. She worried over everything and nothing could be perfect right now. As a result, he felt frustrated and somewhat hopeless. Heath hoped for a magical time together. Let them bond as a family and regain their trust. How had things come to this? He knew he must plan things more carefully. Monday, he’d work in dealing with the board members. Heath must gather most members to his way of thinking. The older generation seemed too caught up in keeping the status quo. They’d rather sit comfortably in the museum's boardroom and complain about ho
“What? Who?” Ivy wasn’t a fool. It wasn’t something she’s attributed to Edward Polanski. He wasn’t the type of man that advertised his interest in her to others. It’s why she’d always avoided making a scene at work or reporting his hints. Anyway, Ivy convinced herself that he wasn’t as serious as she thought, or she’d misunderstood his hint. Every statement he made carried an underlying meaning. It was her first time hearing him discuss this with someone else. “Do you mean Mr. Polanski? Ed? What did he have to say?” “He told me I was barking up the wrong tree. He believed he was on the verge of a relationship with you. I didn’t let him go much further because I could see he was staking his claim on you. Really, I couldn’t see you slowly entering any relationship. It’s not the woman I know. You’ve always known what you wanted, and you don’t hesitate.” Ivy couldn’t believe his belief because she’d been doing nothing like that. These days, she questioned everyt
“You got what I asked for?”Monica stood at the open door to the condo.She glared at the dark, glowering man standing there. He looked as rumpled and grungy as Monica looked put together and clean. She sneered at him as if he smelled as bad as he looked. “No.” His shaggy head bowed down, and he glared at Monica through dark shaggy eyebrows. “I have what you demanded.” He sneered, his lips curling on one side. “Take it and leave us alone until you have something we desire.” His hand wavered between them, holding an envelope that belonged in a hand such as his. Or at least, that’s how Monica saw it. He was as uncultured and rough as a feral dog. Hairo rested his other hand on the door frame. Monica didn’t like that either. To her, his hand invaded her space and left a residue of filth behind. “Oh, please, it’s not what you want. You’re Ivan’s lapdog. Remember that.” Monica scoffed. She was Ivan’s favourite. Hairo was nothing but his lapdog. She couldn't fathom w
Heath tried to keep his words to himself and distract Geoff as Ivy made her phone calls on the balcony. He didn’t want her doing this. But she was still in pain from their walk yesterday. Heath avoided making love to her. Instead, he’d held her throughout the night. She spent most of the night awake, tossing and turning in his arms. Ivy clearly felt great embarrassment from how she’d kept him awake. Heath knew it didn’t sit any better with her, even if she stayed silent about it. Her face revealed her fear in how she avoided eye contact and talking about whatever she feared. It killed him to stay silent. He wished to step in and disallow this. Shut it down and get on with their lives. A baby could bring about significant changes, given enough time. “Dad? Why’s Mom still on the phone? She looks like it’s not going right. Can you fix it for mom?” He looked up from the chair he sat in before the tv. “Geoff, it’s not your concern. Your mother must work on somethin
“Yes, Ivy, I really think that.” Heath followed suit and grabbed himself a soda from the refrigerator. He pulled out a pitcher of juice from and poured a glass. “I’ll be right back, and we’ll talk this through logically.” Ivy watched him take a granola bar and the juice out to Geoff. Hadn’t she said she wanted to change the subject? Geoff was unaware of the many topics they discussed. Heath returned. “Okay, Geoff is happy. I subscribed to an online book channel. It should keep him amused while he gets better at reading.” Ivy looked at Heath as if he’d done the impossible. “It looked a lot more fun than sitting there reading book after book to someone and hating every story. He also gets to wear the headphones from his gaming system, so he’s less likely to hear anything.” Ivy knew Heath sat there, unaware of what he’d achieved. He also sat in the kitchen chair where he could watch Geoff from the open kitchen door. “Fine. I won’t hold my breath, but