Fugitive

"Tessa" felt the spring breeze, caressing the strands of her hair as she contemplates the back of "Max" and spread the wide while contemplating his son who swings in the outer courtyard of the house. His wide shoulders are now loose under his red and white polo shirt. Tessa was confused whether she would go to him or not? For a long time, she glimpsed her memories of the summer days they spent tog...