Rosetta stretched lazily, admiring Shauns ass as he pulled up his boxers.
"Come back to bed when you're done." She smiled wickedly.
It did take Shaun a long time to find her, specifically three years. She had covered her tracks very well, even legally changing her name. She died her hair brown, wore green colored contacts, and wore wedges in her shoes to make herself appear taller.
That morning she was taking her cranky toddler to see the doctor, buttoning his overalls as he fussed.
"Sora, it's okay." She told him, tickling his side.
She put the diaper bag over her shoulder and buckled him into his car seat, draping a blanket over top so he wouldn't be exposed to the wind before leaving her home on foot.