14 Wanted “Masks”

‘New boyfriend?’ Caleb frowned at London’s choice of word. “Little boy, did you say your mother has another before, except for me?”

“It’s London, not 'little boy'.”

Caleb nodded his head. “Yes, London. You have a unique name. I’m Caleb, by the way.” Caleb extended his hand for a shake as he introduced himself. “I’d love to introduce myself to you the other day, but something came up and I wasn’t able to. I hope this sudden visit doesn’t bother you, London.”

London shrugged. “It doesn’t really bother me. But Mom doesn’t look happy with the flowers you sent,” he said and pointed at the kitchen table where Sierra left the glass with flowers in it. “If she does, she would have put them in the vase instead,” the boy continued.

“Is that so?” Caleb turned to Sierra to ask. “You didn’t like the flowers?”

Sierra’s eyes twitched. She would have thrown them away if she didn’t like them. “I don’t have a vase to put them in. Should I just throw them in the bin instead?”

Caleb seemed unconvinced by