In My Desperate Time

Studying his expression, I don't know if he is telling the truth or testing me, so I can only ask again.
"Are you really letting me go? You know how Steven used to...."
I don't continue, but Frances is smart enough to know what I am going to say.
He smiles and hands me an invitation.
"If you go by yourself, I naturally won't agree. However, if I go with you, that will be another matter. It would be most appropriate
for you to go as Mrs. Louis."
Opening the invitation, I see Steven and Violet's names on it.
Since Frances puts it that way, it will be fine if we go together.
However, I wonder if Steven will be happy in his marriage.
"I think there's something I should give a good thought about," Frances says while lying on the bed.
I lie in his arms and look up at him.
"What?"
"When will our wedding be held?"
Our ... wedding?
Anticipation rises in my heart.
Although this is my second marriage, in fact, I have never had a wedding.
When Andrew and I got married, we only had a simple meal with our relatives. We didn't even have wedding photos.
When I think about wedding photos, I get excited.
Every woman wants to have beautiful wedding photos once in her life.
"Wedding photos! I want to get our wedding photos taken. And I want lots of them."

Frances is petrified. After staring at me for two seconds, he bursts into laughter.
"How many are you talking about? I will cooperate until you get sick of it."
He dotes on me so much that it is almost nauseating.
With him by my side, I feel as happy as they make it.
In fact, the happiness starts to feel surreal.
Truth be told, I am a little uneasy. I have a feeling that this is the calm before the storm.
The time for taking wedding photos is set, and Frances is still hesitant about the wedding day.
I sit at my desk and look at the note. I am not in the mood to work.
Who gave me this note?
Does this person know where my child is?
I have so much doubt, but I don't know whom to ask.
"Frances, any news of the child?" I can't help but ask Frances.
He stops working and walks over, looking at me apologetically.
"Jane, I'm sorry. I haven't found him yet. I don't know why. I've sent people to look for him, but none fits the description of him."
The news disappoints me.
Who else can I count on if even Frances can't make any progress?
Can I see my child?
"Frances, do you think we will never find him?" I ask somewhat dispiritedly.
Every time I mention the child, it's like adding a new cut on my scar.
"Trust me."

"I will find our child," he says, leaning over and lightly kissing my lips. I feel less agitated.
I can only comfort myself that nothing else matters as much as my child being alive.
In a flash, it is the first day of the next month.
I go to Steven's wedding with Frances.
I am surprised to run into Whitney here.