“No,” he whispered, but not conscious enough to know Stephnie heard him.
She stared in amusement, wondering what was burning through his mind.
She could hear him shouting now and suddenly his words wrapped up into meaningful letters. “No Mum, I can’t promise you that, I am leaving and no words can stop me. She asked for it and she got what she wanted, with time she will get over it—hopefully. As for me, I am a survivor, I must learn to be useful to myself first, not just sit down here and try to become a father to a child. I never planned for it. Mum, I am sorry I am leaving right away that’s my bag over there,” he pointed to his bag and whistled loudly.
