Drifting between sleep and consciousness, Laura yearned for the comfort of the past, the notion that recent days were merely a horrific dream.
Awakening drenched in sweat, the harsh truth hit her.
The breakup was real, the harsh words final.
As dusk fell, Lina’s gentle invitation to dinner reached Laura’s ears.
With a tight embrace, Laura sought solace in her mother’s presence, whispering, “Mom.”
Lina’s hand was comforting as she stroked Laura’s hair.
“What’s the matter?”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Laura’s head shook faintly. Her honesty prevailed as she confided in Lina about her lost love, breaking the silence of her heartache.
Laura’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Lina’s heart ached at her daughter’s words.
Resting her head on Lina’s shoulder, Laura’s confession was a breathy shadow of hurt.
“He doesn’t love me.”
Lina, refraining from pressing for details, simply cradled Laura’s hair and reassured her softly, “You are wonderful, just as you are.”
With a hint of concern, Laura murmured, “Please don’t tell Dad.”
“I won’t,” Lina promised, her voice a quilt of warmth.
“Your father, well, age hasn’t tempered his impulsiveness. He’s not the gentle young man I once knew.”
A small smile found its way to Laura’s lips.
She looked particularly youthful when she smiled; her slight overbite endearingly noticeable.
Lina resolved to extend her stay in Duefron to be with Laura.
The following morning, Dylan pulled up in a Hummer, its presence as assertive as its owner’s personality.
Lina couldn’t help but compliment, “What a cool car!”
With a gesture of chivalry, Dylan suggested Lina enjoy the panoramic view from the front seat.
Lina accepted, intrigued.
Despite Dylan’s occasional brusqueness, he had a talent for making people feel at ease, charming Lina effortlessly.