Mike's POV
I watched the grey Mercedes SUV pass by my parked Ford truck. The SUV parked in the driveway to the house I was staring down. I watched as the drivers side door and passenger door opened, two stepping out. Carrie and her daughter.
Carrie opened the back door to her car, pulling out a baby car seat. I was confused as she, the baby, and her daughter made their way inside the house. I only know of the teenage girl.
Around 4 hours later, Carrie appeared outside, walking towards her car alone. I watched as she reversed out of the driveway and pulled off down the road. I exited my truck and decided to knock on the door.
After waiting under a minute and hearing a crying baby on the inside, the door opened. There was the teenager with a crying baby boy on her hip being bounced around.
"May I help you?" She wondered as she's never seen my face before.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I'm Mike Fisher. I'm looking for Carrie." I stated.
"My mom isn't here right now but she'll be back shortly. Does she know you're here?" She asked me.
"No, she doesn't. I have this for her though. Could you please give it to her and have her call me? My number is in there." I requested as I handed her a closed white envelope.
"Sure I'll let her know." She responded as she shut the front door.
Carrie's POV
I pulled into the driveway and put my car in park. I carried in my purse and Chinese food to have for dinner. Once I made my way inside, I immediately went towards the kitchen to set the food down.
"Mackenzie, I'm home babe!" I shouted.
"I just got Isaiah down for bed. He was not happy that you had to go to work." My daughter laughed.
I smiled, "thank you for being so helpful."
"Oh, someone came by asking for you." Mackenzie said as she went towards the front door and grabbed an envelope.
"Who?" I wondered as I was given the envelope he gave her.
"Uh, I don't remember his name. Michell, Mike? I think it was Mike." She responded as she got her dinner together.
My heart began to race as I ripped the envelope open. I pulled out a piece of paper and a necklace. The necklace was from Mike when I was 18 years old, before he left me. The paper had his hand writing on it, his name, his number and a note for me to read.
Dear Carrie,
Please call me. I have to talk to you. I'm really sorry for what I did. I regret it and I want to fix things.
-Mike
I crumbled up the note and tossed both the note and necklace in the trash can.
"Ready to eat?" I faked a smile.
"Yeah. Everything okay? Why did you throw it away?" She asked me.
"It's nothing important. Let's just eat." I stated.
