L E I L A N I
F I V E Y E A R S L A T E R
I watched as Orion kicked the soccer ball, his small face scrunched in concentration. He was a beautiful boy, with every feature of the man I was trying so hard to forget.
Five years.
It had been five years since I had walked away from everything I had ever known. Five years since I had last seen Fenrir.
The first year had been the hardest. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and a needy baby to take care of. We had lived in shelters, ate at soup kitchens. I had done things I wasn't proud of to survive. But I did it. For him.
The second year, I had found a job as a waitress in a small diner. The pay was terrible, but it was a start. I saved every penny I could and after a year, I had enough to rent a small one bedroom apartment.
Orion
