I'm Sheridan Wesley. I'm eleven years old. I've always lived with my dad. He's the only person I've got. He loves me and I love him too. But soon our lives changed. Mine especially.


It was a sunny day in Blueville, a rural small town not far away from Tennessee. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone. My dad was one of the most popular and well-liked people of Blueville. He owned vast land and a big ranch.

I always loved working with him. I loved the farm life. I knew how to ride horses, milk cows, make butter, plant seeds and harvest crops. I was well loved by all my dad's employees and well known too by the people of the town. I was the little boy who always gave a helping hand.

The Last Laugh

I looked at her surprised and she giggled.


Immediately, the elevator door opened and she stepped out. I stood there lost and even more in love with her. She'd not changed one bit. She'd remained the innocent yet serious and straightforward, Heather.


I smiled to myself and left the elevator too.


Later that day in the afternoon, Heather had left the office early. Before leaving, she'd come to tell me bye. That had made me really happy.


While I worked, someone knocked at my door and I asked the person come in.


I felt my jaws clench but I tried to act normal.


"Yeah, good afternoon, pal. Is Heather around?"


"Um, no. Personal problems. Anyway, do you know when she'll be coming back? Time?"


"Um, alright. Do you have her address? For her new apartment?"


I wish. And even if I had I won't give you, dumbass.


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