In The Hollow Of His Hand
On our way home, I noticed that Jake was engrossed with his phone keypad and assumed that it was work. Even though I wanted attention, I let him do him. At some point, he paused and looked at me…
“You good?” He asked.
“Uhun” I responded.
“Sure?” He asked.
“Yeah, don’t worry about me; do your thing.” I assured.
“It’s work; give me five.” He said.
“Take your time; besides we’re home already.” I replied.
“I have to be on my way in the next thirty minutes.”
Jake whispered into my ears as we were having lunch at the dining table.
“It’s fine.” I whispered back.
“What are you two whispering about?” Bee asked.
“Well, he said he has to be on his way soon.” I answered.
“Alright.” She said.
“When will you come visiting again?” Chelsea asked.
Jake threw a quick glance at me which I threw at Chelsea almost immediately.
“Soon.” He answered with uncertainty in his tone.
“Promise?” Chelsea asked.
“Uhun.” He muttered.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…