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    Chapter Two

    His question instantly gains Nicky’s attention. She quickly shuts of the television and turns to face the young child. ”She told you about her time in prison? Aren’t ya a little young to hear about that?” An eyebrow arches in curiosity.

    ”I’m eight—that’s not little,” he retorts, huffing an irritated groan. ”I used to listen to her talk when she would lay asleep in her bedroom—she was always sad about someone. I was curious so I asked her to tell me about it.”

    Nicky’s taken aback by his response—not sure what to think. She sighs, after a while, and decides to finally answer his question. ”Yeah, I’m the Nicky she was in the ’slammer’ with. Are ya sure we should be talkin’ bout’ this, kid? I don’t know how happy your mom would be to know that we’re talking about her,” she points out, but gives a friendly smile.

    Scrunching his nose, Nico shakes his head. ”We don’t have to tell mom about this,” he informs, folding his arms over his chest.

    ”Good point,” the redhead chuckles. Quickly, her expression turns serious. She peers heavily down into the little boy’s brown eyes, desperately trying to read what he’s thinking. ”How come your mom was sad? Was that after your dad passed away? I’m so sorry you had to lose him, Nico.”

    The brunette child scrunches his nose in confusion, ”After my dad passed away—what are ya talkin’ about? My dad’s alive… He lives all the way across the country, though. My mom was sad because she missed you a whole lot. She missed you so much that dad got sick of hearing about it and took off on us. That made mom even more sad—she cried every night, after tucking me in, and I could hear it through the walls.”

    Nicky feels her heart sink. Lorna still goes through the same cycle, apparently—making a story up to cover up what she doesn’t want to hear and believing in it. That makes the redhead sigh. ”Are you sure, kid? Your ma kinda told me he got in a bad accident or somethin’?”

    ”Mom tells that to everyone…it’s not true. She just doesn’t like that he left us, I guess. I don’t know. Mom has a lotta problems,” he shrugs his shoulders.

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