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losing the light. “We’d better get going.”
After a few more minutes, he called for Carson and the dog.
Shortly after, they were back on the road, heading towards home.
Chapter 17
Another week passed, and they still didn’t have any new information about the crash. Dexter had gotten into the routine of coming over each evening. The three of them would sit down for dinner. After, either she or he would read Carson a bedtime story and tuck him in, before they’d sit curled up together watching the news.
Something was happening between them; they were getting close. It was an easy, natural fit that neither of them could deny.
But Cynthia was growing increasingly worried; not only for Carson, but she knew she had to get back to work herself.
After two more days passed, she called the law firm to notify them that she would have to extend her absence a little longer due to an emergency.
Another week passed. Still no news.
She finally tells her boss about the crash and her dilemma with the child.
Not only was Carson beginning to question them, he’d begun to have dreams about sharks and ‘big water,’ as he’d say.
They finally let Miss Emma in on what they knew, telling her not to utter a word because they hadn’t told Carson yet.
“The boy is smart. You need to tell him something.”
“We know,” Cynthia sighed, not wanting to break his little heart.
Two more weeks passed.
Late one evening, Dexter eased the door of the child’s room closed after reading to him. “Is he asleep?” Cynthia asked when he came downstairs.
“Yes, finally.”
They’d both noticed it had been taking him longer and longer to fall asleep.
“I’m going to talk to him this weekend,” Dexter said.
“No, we’re going to talk to him, together,” she said, still not sure what they’d say. Cynthia snuggled next to Dexter as they watched the evening news, believing they would figure it out.
Chapter 18
The next morning when Dexter and Carson went out to the barn to begin work, Cynthia received a call from her boss. She’d been keeping up with things as best she could online and working remotely with her paralegal and Margaret, but she already knew she needed to get back to the firm, get back to San Francisco.
“Cynthia, this does not affect you vying for partnership, but we’ve had to give some of your cases to Eric Jackson, at least for the time being.”
“No!” Cynthia snapped at the managing partner, but she caught herself immediately. “I’m sorry, Bernard. I’ve just been under a lot of pressure. Please, give me a little more time. “
But the damage had already been done. He didn’t take kindly to her tone.
“Now just hold on a minute,” her boss said in a gruff voice. “This is a business, and you know as well as I do that clients can’t hold like leftovers on a warmer, or they will walk.”
Cynthia gained her composure as she watched Carson through the front window climb the porch and began playing with his puppy out of the corner of her eye.
“I know, Bernard,” she said. “But this is only temporary. I’ll be back in no time at all.”
“When?” he pressed. “Because we need you here now .”
Cynthia was silent. The truth was, she just didn’t know when she’d be back. They were still searching for the plane.
Her body grew warm as the worst case scenario started to flit into her mind. And it had nothing to do with her job. Dear God, what if Thelma and Martin were dead? What if they were never coming home? Her heart began breaking for Carson.
“Cynthia, are you there?” Bernard asked.
“Yes …” She filtered out onto the porch. Carson was getting too close to the edge, tousling with the dog, who was growing fast.
Just at that moment, Carson slipped from the porch to the bottom step.
Cynthia’s cell phone went
After a few more minutes, he called for Carson and the dog.
Shortly after, they were back on the road, heading towards home.
Chapter 17
Another week passed, and they still didn’t have any new information about the crash. Dexter had gotten into the routine of coming over each evening. The three of them would sit down for dinner. After, either she or he would read Carson a bedtime story and tuck him in, before they’d sit curled up together watching the news.
Something was happening between them; they were getting close. It was an easy, natural fit that neither of them could deny.
But Cynthia was growing increasingly worried; not only for Carson, but she knew she had to get back to work herself.
After two more days passed, she called the law firm to notify them that she would have to extend her absence a little longer due to an emergency.
Another week passed. Still no news.
She finally tells her boss about the crash and her dilemma with the child.
Not only was Carson beginning to question them, he’d begun to have dreams about sharks and ‘big water,’ as he’d say.
They finally let Miss Emma in on what they knew, telling her not to utter a word because they hadn’t told Carson yet.
“The boy is smart. You need to tell him something.”
“We know,” Cynthia sighed, not wanting to break his little heart.
Two more weeks passed.
Late one evening, Dexter eased the door of the child’s room closed after reading to him. “Is he asleep?” Cynthia asked when he came downstairs.
“Yes, finally.”
They’d both noticed it had been taking him longer and longer to fall asleep.
“I’m going to talk to him this weekend,” Dexter said.
“No, we’re going to talk to him, together,” she said, still not sure what they’d say. Cynthia snuggled next to Dexter as they watched the evening news, believing they would figure it out.
Chapter 18
The next morning when Dexter and Carson went out to the barn to begin work, Cynthia received a call from her boss. She’d been keeping up with things as best she could online and working remotely with her paralegal and Margaret, but she already knew she needed to get back to the firm, get back to San Francisco.
“Cynthia, this does not affect you vying for partnership, but we’ve had to give some of your cases to Eric Jackson, at least for the time being.”
“No!” Cynthia snapped at the managing partner, but she caught herself immediately. “I’m sorry, Bernard. I’ve just been under a lot of pressure. Please, give me a little more time. “
But the damage had already been done. He didn’t take kindly to her tone.
“Now just hold on a minute,” her boss said in a gruff voice. “This is a business, and you know as well as I do that clients can’t hold like leftovers on a warmer, or they will walk.”
Cynthia gained her composure as she watched Carson through the front window climb the porch and began playing with his puppy out of the corner of her eye.
“I know, Bernard,” she said. “But this is only temporary. I’ll be back in no time at all.”
“When?” he pressed. “Because we need you here now .”
Cynthia was silent. The truth was, she just didn’t know when she’d be back. They were still searching for the plane.
Her body grew warm as the worst case scenario started to flit into her mind. And it had nothing to do with her job. Dear God, what if Thelma and Martin were dead? What if they were never coming home? Her heart began breaking for Carson.
“Cynthia, are you there?” Bernard asked.
“Yes …” She filtered out onto the porch. Carson was getting too close to the edge, tousling with the dog, who was growing fast.
Just at that moment, Carson slipped from the porch to the bottom step.
Cynthia’s cell phone went
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