Chapter Thirty Eight

Elena's POV:

I was just staring at the woman in wonder and sorrow. She was refusing to acknowledge the presence of her son that she left behind when he was only eight.

Can any mother do this with her own child?

My question was answered when she smiled and said, "We're celebrating my daughter's thirteenth birthday today. Why don't you both join us?"

Jake let go of my hand. I noticed how numb my hand had turned due to his strong grip.

I glanced at Jake; he looked ready to burst into tears or anger. I wanted to shield him from the further pain.

"Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Patrick. I think we'd like to leave. It was nice meeting you,"

I knew I sounded bitter.

Jenny gave an uncertain smile.

I took the step forward only to be halted by a sweet voice.

"I'd love it if you guys stay."

The girl was smiling at me sweetly with excitement in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Happy Birthday..."

"Ross Patrick," She said her name holding her hand out.

"Happy Birthday, Ross. I hope you celebrate more wonderful