“Fuck you,” I murmured as a smile played on my lips. He was always willing to play Negative Nancy. I should have been used to it by then.
“Not my type, cutie.” He winked at me and walked back to the front of the store, calling over his shoulder. “Just be careful. Promise?”
I didn’t respond. I knew what he was thinking, and I understood it. Perhaps he was right, but it was a hard pill to swallow.
As surprisingly as how she came into our lives, she could leave me and my son anytime. One day, Vince and I could wake up and realize that like Linda, Kylie had slipped out in the night, leaving us forever.
Vince would be crushed into pieces if she left. I would be devastated. Our lives would crumble if she decided that we were no longer important in her life.
But aside from all those things, something deep inside of me believed in her. She would never leave us. I put my trust in her whole heartedly because I didn’t have a choice. I was already too far gone where she was concerned anyway. I was hers…forever.
*
After I had finished up the large pile of paperwork on my desk, I walked back up front to see a regular customer to the store, a guy who loved guns and visited for gun range practice at the back all the time.
“Hello, Mr. Jackson. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you around.”
He’d changed from the last time he visited the gun shop. It seemed like he had lost some weight. Also, the unshaved, dirty beard around his jaw. Despite his changed look, he remained friendly as always. “Good to see you again, Hunter. Things have been quite rough for me these past few months. It’s just now that I found the time to visit and get to practice at the range.” Despite his jolly expression, Mr. Jackson’s eyes were sullen. He seemed like he had been going through something in his life.
“I hope things get better for you. How about Mrs. Jackson? Is she not joining you today?” Upon hearing my question, the man frowned. His expression showed what he really was feeling inside. I bit my lip, guilty of the tactless question I had asked. “Sorry, Mr. Jackson. I did not mean to ask.”
He looked up and offered a sad smile. The gloom behind his eyes reflected whatever pain he had been suffering. “It’s okay, Hunter. I have already moved on.” He looked at me as he forced a smile. “It was difficult to accept, but I finally realized things. By the way, Mrs. Jackson’s no longer with me. We’re officially divorced.”
I pursed my lips, hating myself for getting us into such a depressing conversation. How was it even possible? They were one of the few couples I knew who got along so well. I could still picture how sweet they were every time they visited my shop. I had always idolized them for being a strong, successful couple who had great kids.
“How in the hell did that happen?” My voice was almost a murmur. I was speaking to myself, but my voice was audible enough for him to hear.
“I still don’t know how to answer that question myself. I thought we were happy. Everything was perfect. But one day, she left and never returned again. I could not find her anywhere. It was difficult to find someone who did not want to be found.” He leaned his hand on the case, seeking support to maintain his stance. His voice was shaky and emotional.
I could almost feel the torment he had gone through.
“The next day, she called home, and my son answered. When he gave the phone to me, she told me that we needed to end things. I asked her why, trying my best to make things right. She said nothing and dropped the call instead. She’s never showed up since then. Instead, a package came in that week. When I opened it, it had our divorce papers waiting for my signature.” Mr. Jackson let out a sigh. Still, he managed to show a strong front and forced another weak smile.
“Sorry about that, Mr. Jackson. I shouldn’t have asked. Forgive me?” I reached out and squeezed the older man’s shoulder.
“No, it’s fine, Hunter. I’m already okay with it. It’s just so difficult to think of the reason why she left. The worst part about it is how my little boy is going through the process. He’s been asking for his mother long enough until he got tired of asking. He is heartbroken to bits, and as a father, seeing your son in such despair is the most painful thing ever.” He grasped his gun case tighter, the pressure of his emotions evident on his grip. “Sorry for taking your time, Hunter. I just wish you all the best in life. I hope this won’t happen to you.” He excused himself and proceeded to the gun range.
I watched Mr. Jackson as he left, my head messed up with memories. He hoped it wouldn’t happen? Fuck, it already had. The only concern I had was the chance of it happening again. I wouldn’t survive it.
As I returned to my table and checked on things I had left unfinished, I saw my phone vibrating. I grabbed it from the table to look who it was. Kylie’s name flashed on the screen, plus ten missed calls, all from her. My heart started to beat loudly when I pressed the green button.
Kylie’s voice filled my ears. She sounded like she was worried sick. “Hunter, come to the hospital as soon as you can. We rushed Vince in minutes ago. Please hurry.”
Chapter Thirty
Kylie
Seeing Vince faint felt like the most terrifying moment of my life. The kid had been strong and healthy for the past few weeks since we learned about him having diabetes. It was the first time that I saw him down on the floor, unconscious. I almost lost my mind thinking about how I neglected the kid.
I shouldn’t have taken him to the convenience store. He shouldn’t have worked and run errands for us. The tiring and stressful day might have triggered his poor conditions, or maybe I’d misread his blood sugar tests.
Thankfully, he was feeling better now. The doctors managed to normalize his vital signs. I stroked his hair as I watched him sleep peacefully, resting in his private room.
While I was watching over him, the doctor came to visit and check on Vince again. As the nurse took his blood pressure, the doctor spoke with me about Vince’s condition.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Yonnie. Your son is fine now. He was just exhausted a while ago, plus his blood sugar level went below the normal range. But now, he’s back to normal.” He came closer to Vince, observing him as he slept in peace. “You better be careful on giving him food to eat. He’s a diabetic, and I’m certain you know all about it. Just continue keeping his sweets consumption in moderation. But sometimes, too much aversion could also cause serious problems.”
I nodded, understanding what the doctor was talking about. “Yes, Doc. Thank you.”