Three's A Crowd

Fifty Two | Confessions At Coney Island

before we get started...

happy valentines day you guys 💙💛

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Nearly two weeks had flown by, quick and unsuspecting. It felt like four days to you. Well, you know why it felt like four days, having spent those days quiet and low in your apartment. You had opened up to your dad a few days after the incident about how you felt and what you could do. He understood and respected every decision you had made and were about to make. The day after you had went to your mother's house, talked things out, and everything turned out fine.

She had explained her side, you did yours, over a fine lunch outside the back of the house, on a large wood family lunch table. You had even called Lisa on your mother's laptop, all three of you discussing what had happened and how you could all adjust to the situation comfortably. The rest of the days of that week went by peaceful and soon enough, The Evans had already driven to New York.

They came on the twenty fourth, right after the kids had gotten out of school, over to Carly's house, wasn't much of a distance from your apartment, maybe a fifteen minute drive at least. Carly had pretty much foresaw events like these and made sure to get a house that might as well fit the whole Evans clan; painted in shades of blue and touches of white, plenty of windows and rooms, large backyard and rear porch for the kids and summertime moods.

Literally the perfect family house.

It was already the thirtieth and you were preparing for the trick-or-treating, wearing some white Adidas, black jeans, and a large forest green cable knit, a perfect outfit for the autumn breeze and the workload you'd have to get over with — hauling together tons of bags of candy and food for the Halloween dinner Lisa and Georgetta had organized themselves.