Summary: She ran away from home, in hopes of never returning. Now at age twenty-three, Ruthie receives a phone call. This phone call gives her the chance to hold a magical future…but she must also face her past. (Sequel to "Grasping for Life re-write").
Disclaimer: I only own Ruthie's husband, Jayson.
Note: I'm sorry, I know I haven't done much with the sequel, but hopefully you will enjoy the new version of the sequel.
Ruthie Camden-Lersun opened the door of her apartment, and instantly headed for the couch. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax and push back the enjoyment of the evening off.
"Ruthie?" Her husband, Jayson's voice hung in the air, and he made his way into the living room. He smiled as she saw slowly opened her eyes. "Hey, Hon."
"Hey," she replied as he approached the couch to kiss her. "You're home early."
He grinned. "My boss decided to let me leave early."
"That's great," she said, giving him a feeble smile.
"Are you okay?"
"Just a little worn out. Rough day."
That was, of course, not the reason. She was exhausted. She constantly got phone calls from a man who kept telling her to return home, and she spent countless sleepless nights, wondering if the man was right. But she also knew that he would keep calling until she finally agreed to return home. She didn't know what to do, but didn't want to tell Jayson. This was her past, and she had to battle this on her own.
He gave her a warm smile. "Come on, Honey. Dinner's ready."
"Did you order pizza?"
"No, I made spaghetti and meatballs."
"Is that your mother's recipe?"
Jayson nodded. Ruthie sighed contentedly. "Mmmm…I love your mother's recipes."
"Good. So are you coming, or do I have to eat it all on my own?" he asked with a playful smile.
She laughed. "Let's go."