Clayton looked between us.
“Why would it matter to you?” he grumbled.
“Weren’t you headed somewhere important? Don’t want to hold you up if you’re in a hurry.”
I paused.
The truth hovered on the edge of my tongue, something I hadn’t explained to anyone yet.
“I wasn’t really headed anywhere,” I said, looking down at the table.
“I was running away from my old life. My ex-husband…
he took everything from me. The house, the money.
Everything.”
He wasn’t expecting that, I could tell.
He sighed and scratched the back of his head.
“Well, I suppose you can stay a bit. Lily doesn’t usually warm up to people, so that’s something.”
Lily grinned at me.
“Thanks, Dad.”
A few months passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.
My car had been repaired long ago, but I was still there, in that small, quiet house.
Clayton had changed. He spent more time with us, especially with Lily, who had grown closer to me with every passing day.
She was like the daughter I’d never had.
We spent long afternoons together while Clayton worked at his shop, laughing, talking, and sharing stories.
For the first time in years, I felt like I had a purpose again.
One evening, as we all sat by the ocean, eating ice cream and watching the waves roll in, Clayton turned to me.
“You could stay, you know,” he said. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”
“I think I’d like that,” I replied with a smile.
What Clayton didn’t know yet was that in eight months, he’d be a father again.
Life had a funny way of giving second chances.
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