Still Loved Marco Junior felt his heart beat faster when he heard her enter his room, her soft footsteps on the carpet. He removed the covering from his body and sat up straight. Hershey stopped in front of him and stood there. He looked up at her.

"What are you doing?" He whispered.

Hershey swallowed the anxiety that gathered in her heart and sighed. "I apologize."

"What for?" Marco whispered.

"For being a worthless mother to our son Jeromy." Hershey whispered.

Marco Junior saw tears rolling down her cheeks. He sighed and held her hands. He stood up, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. "Hey,...