29 year old Sarah Collins is still hurting over something that happened almost 4 years ago.
When David Morris, the person she blames for it all shows up back in her life, she is forced to try and forgive and move on.
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I finished up with my last client around 4:30. Realizing that Sarah was probably going to be rushed, I decided I would pick something up for JJ for supper.
I get to their place about ten after. They aren't back yet, so I decide to just wait out front.
As soon as I see her pull in, I can see JJ jumping up and down in his seat excited.
I felt proud that he ran right to me once he got out of the car.
"Oh my gosh!" Sarah says catching up to us "You just saved the day." She says referring to the kids meal in my hand.
"No need to be dramatic." I laugh. "I'll take care of JJ while you get ready."
"Thank you!" She yells back at me.
I get JJ and try to put him in his booster, but he keeps wiggling. He keeps asking to sit in a different chair.
"I'm big boy!" He whines.
Of course, I can't say no. I sit him in his chair and he goes straight for the fries.
After about 10 minutes, he is kind of over the sitting still and eating thing. He pulls out the toy and hands it to me to open it.
He gets super excited to find some kind of car thing with a Disney character or something on it. I really don't know.
"Show mommy?" He asks trying to get out of the chair.
"Not right now, buddy." I say, "mommy is getting ready."
Suddenly, I hear the door open. It must be Sarah leaving the bathroom.
JJ hears it too because he climbs down from his chair and goes running with his toy to find Sarah.
"Mommy! Mommy!" I hear JJ say
"Get back here mister!" I yell lightly chasing after him, trying to get him to come back.
I freeze at what I see. My mouth falls open, and I can't look away.
Sarah, in nothing but a towel. Her hair is pulled up, but there are cute little baby hairs that are wet and curl at the base of her neck. Her shoulders and chest still have a few water droplets on her as they slowly slide down toward...
Stop staring, David!
"I have to go..." she says frazzled, "put clothes on."
