am played a scene she thought
htly. While a tree provided her with shade, she did
. Two lone figures stood under the tree. One was Joyce herself
ed her lips d
re's one condition: l want you to leave my son." The lady waved a check wedged between her two manicured fing
t Joyce's eyes stung. But she smiled at the lady sweetly
ov
d. Such sentime
t's more important, the Lu f
at her condescendingly and gently touched her hair. "Your parents have been
r parents' lifetime efforts by abandoning a dispen
t in that moment, she felt as though
culties they were going through. Closing her eyes to stop h
of her suddenly wrinkled into distortion. The
b, wearing a figure-hugging dress. Sitting calmly amidst the chaos in th
bbed a finger at the unconscious man on the f
drag on the cigarette and breathed out the smoke slowly. "Nothing. I just almost had s
ad sex with s
the hickey on Joyce's neck. Gritting his teeth, he said
bled slightly. Joyce flipped her hair and smil
oyce, we're over. Never show your face to me again. I can
round abruptly a
deafening. Joyce choked, and the pungent
est. She curled up and a tear sile