Chapter 5. Next Step

Lynn’s right. I grieve for my sister because of the type of person I am. If the roles were reversed, she wouldn’t give a damn about me dying. She probably would have been the reason why I’m gone. I can’t suspend my life grieving for someone who didn’t give a damn about me.

I take a super short shower and throw my clothes on: a pair of jeans, a V-neck short-sleeved shirt, and some Airmaxs. Lynn is sitting on the bed waiting for me. She stands when she sees me and links her arm with mine as we walk out of our suite.

It doesn’t take long to make it to the daycare, and they are surprised to see me. Our daycare is amazing, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that if I don’t need their services, I’d rather leave the spots open to those who do. I have enough family to care for Kian, so I’d rather take advantage. “Luna Tia, here he is. He hasn’t been here long. He’s such a good baby.” I grab Kian from her and kiss his cheeks.

“Thank you for that. He will probab