Don't Have One

Noah already has had enough of his life, I assume, so I left with no other choice but to smile at him. "Of course, honey," I reached out to Noah's cheeks, cleaning the tears that wet his cute and pink cheeks. "Mom will never leave you again. So better stop crying now, okay? Big boys usually don't cry."

"Promise?" he babbled, his pouting extended, "If you wanted to leave, Mom, I want to come with you. Daddy is a bad..."

Noah did not get the chance to finish his sentence when Norman pulled him closer as he covered the kid's mouth. He even smiled at me defensively.

That's a good thing for me though because I hate promises. Promises are made to be broken as the saying goes to say. Even if I am truly his mother, I cannot promise that I will never leave him again.

Justine and I agreed for me to stay in this mansion for two weeks only. After that, I'm going back to my parents to tell them the truth about what happened to me.

"Baby talks," he said, "they sometimes talk