Page 69 of Falling for My Ex Next Door

I blamed myself for being impatient with her but I didn’t regret my actions.

Her words hurt me, but I knew I deserved them. I deserved everything she said to me, but I still didn’t regret what I did. And no matter how much I tried to convince her, I had the feeling that she’d never listen.

I was down. She had to come around. She just had to.

Daisy arrived before midnight. Her ‘gift’ helped her figure things out easily.

“Right, I’ll speak with you later.” Her voice came softly behind me when I was beginning to feel sleepy.

I felt a gentle touch on my back.

“Do you think you feel better?” Daisy asked.

I nodded in acquiescence.

“That’s good to know. How about dinner? You haven’t had anything tonight, have you?” She rubbed my back as I sat up.

“I’ll have anything you prepare.” I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

“Hmm.” She smiled.

“Mom called. I spoke with her.”

“You didn’t tell her about what happened, did you?” I asked because I knew she was very capable.

She shook her head.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, the bomb dropped.

“She knew beforehand.”

“How? Just how?”

“I don’t know. These days, I think mom is a mind reader, she is psychometric of the sort.” She mused.

“That’s ridiculous.” I stood up from my desk and walked towards the window to get myself a drink from the refrigerator.

“Maybe, but it’s true. She knows everything about us. Imagine, I didn’t tell her I was dating someone new, yet she knows, and she knows who he is, as well.” She pushed back my seat and sat.

“What did she say? What did she want to talk about?” I stood by the side, gazing out at the sky. The snow fell in greater quantities than earlier.

“She wanted to tell you she was leaving for New York,” Daisy answered.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Daisy responded.

Perhaps moments like these were meant to be times of reflection. I suddenly missed my mom, though she had been here all this time, and I hardly had time for her.

I thought she was the best person to be with at that moment. Therefore, I instantly booked myself an early morning flight to New York.

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The following morning, after I wrapped things up at the office, I set out on the road to the airport.

I accepted that visiting my mom was the break I had deprived myself of all these years. She’d be delighted to see me, I knew that.

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