Jet-lagged and lacking appetite, Alexis refused food.
Leonel didnât push.
When Evelyn tired herself out, he carried her up, bathing her.
She seemed genuinely happy.
Kids were always confused about adult arguments.
After Evelyn bathed, Leonel handed her to Alexis.
He met Alexisâ gaze as he said, âSheâs sleeping with you now.
Iâll let her sleep alone after she gets used to this place.
â
Ignoring him, Alexis cradled the girl gently.
Evelyn drifted off quickly.
With Evelyn asleep, Alexis looked up at Leonel in the dimness.
âyihatâs the point of all this now?â
Leonel couldnât answer.
ALL he knew was he couldnât let Alexis go.
If he did, she might never return.
Maybe sheâd find someone else.
Then Leonel would just become an awkward memory sheâd rather forget.
He didnât want that, so even if she despised him, he refused to let go.
When Alexis woke early the next morning, Leonel and Evelyn were gone from bed.
The morning light bathed Alexis who was feeling oddly serene.
Pushing aside the duvet, she padded barefoot on the soft carpet, opening the French window.
Out there, a familiar sight greeted her.
Outside the French window, there was lots of maple trees just Like the one she and Leonel had planted on her parentsâ yard when they were kids.
Leonel had planted them here.
She understood his intent.
He wanted to stir her memories, soften her heart and win her back.
Closing her eyes, she pondered.
Footsteps approached.
Leonel entered, hesitating to embrace her from behind, mindful of her feelings.
âGet ready; weâll have breakfast.
Then weâll take Evelyn for her hearing test.
â
Before she could refuse, he added, âEvelynâs eagerly waiting downstairs.
You love her most, donât disappoint her.
She needs some stability.
â
Looking at him, Alexis spat, âYou make me sick, Leonel.
â