“I don’t want to, because…
“Luther Spencer, you disgust me,” Callista spat.
Luther jolted awake in panic, and he rushed into the bathroom. He scrubbed his body over and over again. He nearly peeled his skin off.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he mumbled unconsciously, “Honey, I’m clean now. I’m not dirty anymore. I’ve cleaned everything off. Please don’t think I’m disgusting.
“I even threw up what I ate. Please, don’t hate me. I’ll make sure no one else ever comes here again.”
It took him half an hour to come out. Seeing his state, Jane was about to step into the room, but Luther blocked
her.
“Don’t come in. Callista doesn’t like you. I need to guard her things here. I can’t let her be upset again.”
Jane’s heart sank with despair. Unable to enter, she sat down outside the door.
“If I can’t stop you, I’ll stay here with you. Watching you like this is worse than dying. Luther, what will it take for you to move on?”
Luther remained silent for a long moment. “Mom, I want to see her.”
“Even if she really doesn’t want me anymore, I need to hear it from her. Otherwise, I can’t let go.”
Jane’s throat tightened. But even if he saw her, could he really move on?
“I’ll help you… but you can’t see her like this. Let me go downstairs and cook something for you,
okay?”
At the mention of Callista, Luther finally relented.
“Okay.”
Meanwhile, across the ocean, Jude extended his hand to Callista as they approached a rugged path. “This way. Be careful.”
