Chapter 83


    Chapter 83 – What is Love? (Anj‘s POV)


    Sky left an hour ago after he sessfully resisted my children’s pleading to stay for the night. He


    promised to return on Saturday and looked at the calendar on the wall, and we will all have to


    wait for two days.


    My forehead creased. Not we... They! They needed two forty–winks before that day toe. I


    lifted the cup and sipped coffee. After Sky‘s conversation with Sister Grace, he was quiet that I was


    afraid he would just flee the nursing home without saying goodbye to me, but after staying alone in


    the garden for more than fifteen minutes talking to someone on the phone, he went back inside,


    surprised me with a searing kiss that I almost beg him to make love to me in the small office.


    “Dinner!” Dn raised the paper bags in his hands, smiling at me. I smiled at him and put down the cup


    on the table. “Did you have to catch the chicken yourself?” I joked, hoping it would help us all lighten


    the mood after what happened today. “No. Anya and I had to argue for long minutes about what


    to order,” He sneered at the woman who had just entered the door. She scowled at him. “Liar! I had


    to lecture him first for turning down Catherine‘s offer to wait and drive us back here.” She rolled


    her eyes at him. “That pride will lead you nowhere, Dn, but yes, he was right; we had to argue


    about what to order.” My children entered the door, chattering about something, but stopped when


    they saw Dn and Anya. “I told you not to look at Aunt Anya like that,” she raised her eyebrows.


    “You‘re like your Mommy, little traitors!” She sneered at them as if talking to women the same age as


    hers. “Anya, they‘re six. I bet you‘re like that when you‘re their age,” Dn muttered, smiling at them as


    he sat down. He opened his arms, and the girls came to him. “You really think I scared your


    mommy?”


    They shook their heads.


    “I think nothing scares Mommy,” Leyanne smiled as she nced at me. “Except Daddy,” She


    giggled when I lifted an eyebrow. “But Daddy was scared with Mommy,“Selene said. “He said you


    scared me, Anj,” Iughed when she tried to copy Sky‘s voice.


    Dn sighed, tousling the girls‘ hair. “Uncle Dn was scared, too. Now, let‘s wash those dirty hands.”


    They nodded, following Dn to the kitchen.


    “Spill it out, Anya,” I said after catching her stealing nces at me. She took the paper boxes of


    takeaways from the bag and ced them on the table.


    Her lips curved a wicked smile. “Nothing. I was just d you didn‘t wait for me to help you change your


    clothes.” She leaned closer to me, sniffing my hair like a dog. “You have


    showered already.” She batted her eyshes at me.


    “I showered alone, Anya,” I hissed at her.


    She gasped. “Are you using me of using you?” Sheughed, pulling a chair to sit beside me.


    “Just please be careful talking about Dn and me in front of my children.” I leaned my head on her


    shoulder.


    “I know,” she nodded and anchored her arms to mine. “They‘re like recorders.” She tilted her head.


    “Please tell me, either my mom or Aunt Grace helped you change your clothes and not the elite god who


    seemed ready to close down the amusement park just because of that stupid step.”


    “Does it matter who undressed and dressed me?” I asked her, closing my eyes and remembering the


    sighs as Sky pulled off my jeans slowly. Maybe if I were not wincing with pain, something would really


    happen in my old room.


    Anya moved away from me; her eyes widened, and her mouth half–opened as she faced me.” Don‘t tell


    me – “When I scoffed, she gasped and hit me on my arm. “Did something happen again?” She asked in


    a hushed tone.


    I sit upright. “Anya, my sprained ankle is killing me. You think he‘ll consider doing that?”


    She was silent for a few seconds, then turned her head to me. “Sky seemed to know the truth. Why don‘t


    you juste clean? Tell him everything.”


    “Come clean? Once I do that, he will make a move. He fell in love with my children, so I knew how


    serious he was about getting custody of my girls.” I took a deep breath. “Beg him. Tell him you love


    him.” She uttered in a low voice. I scoffed at her. “Love... What is love, Anya?” “Love... is like an


    onion that makes you cry,” she said in a poetic way. “Love is blind. Eww!”


    I pressed my lips tightly, suppressing myself from bursting into a peal ofughter as she continued


    bbering about funny definitions of love. Yet I have thought of her advice. Beg Sky? I could do that. Tell


    Sky I love him? Yes... No... Maybe I could say I lust for him, but love? With everything that has


    happened between us, it was more eptable to say what I feel for him is nothing but chemicals in


    my brain, making my body feel a wide range of emotions of desiring him. It was less painful if I


    thought that way. “But kidding aside, if you leave here, do you think he won‘t find you?” She asked me.


    “And Dn? What will you do about him? I hope that guy didn‘t do something stupid up there on the


    Ferris Wheel?”


    I shook my head, thinking Anya didn‘t need to know about the kiss. “Offering a lifetime


    commitment from a good guy like him scared me away, Anya.”


    “And what did you say?”


    “Nothing. I ran away,” I tilted my head to look at her face. “I wanted to escape from him, from


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    Sky.” I smiled sadly. “What is your problem?” She asked, looking serious this time. I shrugged and put my


    hand on my chest. “This is the problem. I love Sister Grace. I love you and Aunt Rose. I love my girls, but


    when ites to men, this...” I tapped my heart. “It’s scared. It‘s dead. It‘s not beating to love like what


    Dn felt for me or how Sky felt for Line.” “That‘s tough,” Anya heaved a deep sigh. “You‘re right.


    What is love?”