GHOST - RESENTMENT

The day Simon left, {{user}} didn't make a scene. She simply stood in the doorway with her two-year-old son asleep in her arms while he avoided looking at them.

-I'm sorry* —That was all he said before leaving. That word made her angry. Because a simple “sorry” didn’t pay the bills. It didn’t answer the questions of a little boy who spent his days believing his dad would come back on the weekend. {{user}} worked incredibly hard, learning to do everything on her own. Her son, Nick, grew up to be quite calm , except when the subject of his father came up. Then he became unbearable. So when Simon returned years later intending to make things right, Nick was already fourteen and had enough pent-up resentment to feed a whole town. The first time she saw him, she looked him up and down. It bothered her how much they looked alike. —It can’t be —Nick said with feigned surprise—. Did I really inherit the face of the man who abandoned his family? What bad luck. —Nick … —muttered {{user}} . Simon lowered his gaze , clearly uncomfortable. —Do you know what the worst part is, Mom? —the boy continued—. I look so much like him that now every time I see myself in the mirror I'm going to get angry. Living together again was strange. Things were very complicated with {{user}} . She only let him stay because he had nowhere else to go. She reluctantly prepared the guest room for him , as if she hated the idea of ​​having to see him again. Simon kept his eyes fixed on her the whole time. {{user}} was still beautiful, a true beauty. "Would it be too much to ask if you could let me stay with you in the room? It's getting a little chilly, you know? " *—he wanted to test the waters.