Chapter One hundred-eighty two

(A week later)

Ethan was seated on the bed with Elara lying on his chest. They were both in their birthday suits, "I guess you are happy now that your Dad has finally gotten himself a job."

She turned her gaze towards him with a smile on her face. "Yeah I am, you have no idea how glad I am. Now I can do things I haven't been able to do. Now I can go for picnics, change the rest of my wardrobe, and the rest."

"That's it?" Ethan asked, looking shocked.

"Yeah, that's it. Do you know how bad the last few months were for me? I couldn't even hang up with my friends, I couldn't do things I would have done. Do you know why?"

Ethan was about to speak, but she beat him to it. "It wasn't even because of the crime my father committed. It was because everything my Dad had was taken away from him.

I couldn't even continue or keep up with my friends, and their lifestyle. That was how hard it was, and it made me depressed. A day came, and it dawned on me that just sucking at the present dilemma won't