Finally, Yvanna Summer is Back

"Are you and Dad arguing again?" Noah asked despite having a hard time breathing out those words.

"OF course, not, honey" I defensively replied. Then I assisted him in lying down with me and wrapped my arms around him. "Your dad and I were simply talking about something. But we're not arguing, okay?"

I caressed his shoulder to help him get back to sleep. Luckily, he stopped asking questions, instead, he wrapped his arms around me.

"Don't get mad at Dad, please?" he replied as he squeezed off his face inside my armpit. "Dad said he loves you, Mom. But he said that you don't love him anymore. Why? Are you mad at him? Did he do something bad to you?"

The last thing I want to happen is to comfort Noah with a lie so I nodded, "He did something bad to me, honey. And because of that, I couldn't find it inside me to forgive him."

"Why?" he asked as I expected.

"Because they turned our life hell, Noah, including your life. And I will not stop until your grandmother