What happens when a guilt driven woman meets a strong-minded, caring man? This is precisely what happens with Spencer Blake and Zachary Stefano.
Spencer Blake comes from a troubled past filled with pain and misery. She lives every day with the memo...
"Come on, Arch," I yelled out the sliding glass door.
He tilted his head to one side, before he trotted back towards the house. That dog always knew how to make me smile- as if I needed a reason to be happy today. The grin on my face grew, as Archie barked at the motionless ball that laid on the ground. I walked over to him, picking up the ball in the process and threw it towards the living room. I watched as he sprinted towards the ball, his tongue flapping out the sides of his mouth, as if it were his most prized possession. With him distracted, I slipped away to my bedroom. When it came to meeting Spencer for lunch, nervous was an understatement. What if, after I explained everything, she hated me? What if I hated me? I attempted to shake those thoughts from my head; I had to focus on the positive. Sighing, I scratched my head while I looked for cloths to wear to lunch. As I reached into my closet, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
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"Fanculo, I forgot about that..."
*flashback*
"Carisma at 12:30," I beamed at her, "I'll see you there."
She nodded, before she turned and walked down the hallway. I pumped my fist in the air before jogging back to my office. Excitement filled me as I stared at the flashing green light on the telephone.
"Dr. Stefano speaking," I chimed as I sat in my big black chair and pressed the button.
Soft weeping came through the line, "Dr. Stefano-," She took a deep, shaky breath.
"Sophia? What's wrong," my joy was soon replaced with concern.
"It's.... It's Chris," she managed to get out while choking down tears.
I immediately stood, attempting to keep my voice calm, "what happened to Chris, Sophia?"
Ms. Taylor took a few moments to steady herself, "I- I dropped him off at daycare on my way to work, like I do every morning, but I got a call from the owner of the daycare after lunch saying that he...."
"He what, Sophia?"
"He's in the hospital with a broken leg and fractured arm; he's having surgery later tonight," she began sniffling once again.
I was in shock, "are you with him? How- how did this happen?"
"They said the older boys were all playing and when Chris tried to play with them, they... they," Sophia broke out sobbing.
A mixture of rage and empathy covered my face, "Sophia, listen to me. He's going to be alright; this wasn't your fault, nor was it Chris's. If you would like to take this to the authorities, I can recommend a lawyer. If you don't, that's fine too."
Her voice sounded shattered with a speck of hope, "would you be able to come visit tomorrow morning? I know it would help Chris and I."
