Chapter 4: The Message

The next morning, I messaged Ella.

I stared at my phone for nearly an hour before typing.

Hi Ella, this is Jeremiah’s mom. I know this is unusual, but could we talk privately?

She replied quickly.

Is everything okay?

I explained it as gently as I could.

One night.

A kind gesture.

Money that could help her family.

There was a long pause before she answered.

I need to think about it.

The next day, her reply came.

Okay. I’ll do it. My mom is three months behind on rent. But please don’t make it weird.

Those words should have stopped me.

Instead, I told myself I was helping both of them.

I paid for her dress.

Pale blue.

Simple.

Beautiful.

I paid for her hair, makeup, shoes, and the car. Continue Reading ⬇️