“Sugar plum.” he called out. My heart softened a bit at his voice. I admired the way that nick name rolled off his tongue. I also admired his angelic face, his presence, the fact that he helped me numerous times. I wished to thank him for everything presently.

For making me feel like I was more when people thought I had nothing. It meant so much to me. And, I really wanted to.

But I needed to listen to what he had to say.

“I’m sorry, sugar plum.” he started out, with a lost look on his features. His face held a sober look, making me wonder what was wrong....