The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

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Brandon went back hin the dead of night.

The neon lights outside were starting to fade into oblivion. The whole world was dozing off.

Two years of living solo, and he'd never really gotten the hang of it. In the still of the night, thoughts of Sophia would creep up on

him. Getting used to life with her wasn't something another habit could replace.

Heaving a long sigh, Brandon headed to the closet, dragged out a suitcase from the corner cabinet, grabbed a few outfits off the

rack, and began packing.

There was a merger deal to discuss in Skyrim City in a couple of days; planning a business trip right now seemed like the perfect

way to distract himself.

As he popped open the suitcase and was about to tuck in the neatly folded clothes, the sight of a yellowed piece of paper in a

mesh pocket made him pause.

The back of the paper still bore the messy creases. This was the ssuitcase he'd used for a trip to Wye City two years back, and

that creased piece of paper was the DNA paternity test report.

Suddenly, memories of the day Sophia went to the hospital for the abortion flooded back.

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He'd gone out to get her sfood; she didn’t want to see him, so he paid someone to deliver it.

Standing alone on an unfamiliar street, watching strangers pass by, he felt a pang of heartache and confusion.

He thought to himself, if it wasn’t for that paternity test, if it wasn’t for their talk about Yolanda, would she have kept the child?

That paternity test was crumpled in a moment of turmoil, and though he didn’t throw it away, he stuffed it into the suitcase when

he got back.

Two years of hustle and bustle, and he'd almost forgotten it existed. Brandon stared at the slightly yellowed paper for a while, then

slowly placed the clothes back down, unzipped the pocket, and pulled out the paternity test.

The roughness of the paper under his fingers instantly took him back to that afternoon, the call from Susan telling him Sophia was

at the hospital, deciding not to keep the baby. He'd rushed over, and there she was, weak from surgery, being wheeled out of the

OR, both of them silent and apart in the lengthy hallway.

A dull ache surged in his chest again. Brandon pressed his lips, turned around, and crammed the crumpled report into the vanity

drawer. Out of sight, out of mind.

Kent only got the heads-up about joining Brandon on the trip the next morning.

Caught off guard by the last-minute notice, he couldn’t fathom why Brandon suddenly needed to hit the road, and for an extended

trip, no less.

But as a wage slave, he wasn’t in a position to pry; he hurriedly got ready and drove over to the Crawley family estate to pick him

up.

“Mr. Crawley, why the sudden trip?”

On the way to the airport, Kent couldn't help but ask.

“Work calls.”

Brandon replied, his tone nonchalant, as he sat in the backseat, laptop resting on his thighs, fingers dancing across the keyboard,

all his focus on the merger proposal on screen.

Seeing Brandon engrossed in work, Kent didn’t dare to probe further.

Their destination was Skyrim City.

Kent remembered Sophia mentioning Susan was there. He'd had a brief encounter with her and found her quite memorable, plus

she was Sophia's BFF. So, when he saw Brandon close his laptop through the rearview mirror, Kent casually dropped a hint, “I think

Susan's there too. Weren't you looking for her before?”

Brandon's hand on the laptop froze for a brief moment, then calmly shut it.

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“No need to do that anymore,” Brandon stated.

Kent couldn't let it go, “That won't do; she still owesdinner.”

Even though he no longer had Susan’s contact, there's always a way. With Sophia back, he figured getting Susan’s info wouldn't be

rocket science. So, as soon as they settled in the city, Kent shot a Whatmessage to Sophia.

[Ms. Yearwood, would you mind passingSusan's Whatcontact?]

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