Chapter 199 Is That You?

• The next time my eyes opened, I was in another unfamiliar bed. But there was no sundress, only an oversized male shirt. Someone was seated on a chair beside my bed, sniffling quietly. Waylen Ezra Parker.
• My pulse jumped. I pushed the comforter off my body and almost smiled at the photo on the bedside table. Waylen looked happy in the pictures. His dad, too. They seemed happy, yet Mr. Parker never mentioned his son to me or anyone else in the office.
• “Hey, baby,” I called out to Waylen.