4 Chapter 3

Jordan laid on the bed, thinking of all the stuff he'd endured the past two years. His mother's passing, his own son being born and then leaving this world as well. He remembered not being able to close his eyes at night the first three months he'd been away from Hampton. Guilt, anger, pain and frustration had all managed to lay calm to him during does times. Sometimes during the ninth month, he began to feel emotions let up one by one, until finally, he'd started working again, moved out of Andrew and Tanya's place and got his own house. Two after moving, he'd been going through his things and found quite a few stuff that Denise had given him over the years.These things of memorabilia, held fast to his heart, reminding him of the one sentence letter he'd written her telling her that he'd be back for her. Although he'd wanted to come back, he'd felt unsure as to whether or not she'd want to see him. After deliberation, he bought a plane ticket and here he was back in Hampton.

Inhaling sharply, he sat up, and put his hands to his face. He'd also come back because he had some unfinished business to take care of. Getting up he walked out of the door and to his son room. Everything was still in proper place. Nothing removed. As he cut on the light, he saw a dust mites lingering over the furniture, in the closet where the clothes still hung. Staring around the room, he inhaled sharply as recollection of the little boy he'd once held in his arms surfaced in his thoughts. He went out into the hallway to the linen closet, reached on the top shelf and grabbed some cleaner, where he took it back to the room. Bit by bit he disassembled everything.

The following morning, Denise awoke with a bright disposition. She glanced over to the clock, reading that it was nine o'clock in the morning. Throwing the cover off of her, she stretched her limbs, turned to the left and then right to get the creaks out of her hips. Grabbing her clothing out of the closet, she went for a shower.

An hour later, shower done, downstairs for breakfast and then off to work at Yaal , Denise's attention focused on Jordan and why he'd come back to town. A sigh escaped as many possibilities running through her head. Even one she didn't want to admit. Thing like that never happened in real life. Guys never come back to the girl they'd first loved. It was preposterous to even think of such an idea. Two years was definitely enough time to get over a high school sweet heart, right? She cleared her throat, pushed the thought aside and then grabbed her keys off the table.