Into Shallow Water

The hell was not quite as hot or brutal as Rhys thought. Sophie’s aunt had no choice but to agree with Sophie’s note. She was old enough to go wherever she liked without coming back home to answer questions, but her aunt still had to remind her that she was living under her roof and eating her meal.

Sophie, at one point, was tempted to ask whose fault that was but decided it was better to let her aunt have the last laugh rather than drag this out longer than they both wanted.

After the loud bickering and the passing of the storm—again, Rhys’ thoughts—Rhys decided to go through Sophie’s note book again. It had been so long since he had a glimpse into her past.

He stole the book from Sophie’s room—she had taken it back sometime ago without his knowledge—and retired to his room and sunk into bed.

Yesterday, he received a letter from the ‘new owner’s stressing that they had closed down their shop for more than three months and this was affecting his businesses. He was going to prop