"It's so lovely of you to come join us. Autumn has told us so much about your son."
Autumn felt her face heat up. This was all too soon. Wren was watching her with an unreadable expression.
Would he laugh at her?
Would he never speak to her again?
"Oh Wren only speaks of her when he comes home from school. " Wren replied.
Autumn was utterly dumbfounded.
Forgotten was her embarrassment.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Forgotten
Conto"Every day something is forgotten." It could be as big as a birthday or as little a paper clip left on the floor... It is forgotten. It happens.
