Luka's POV
Elliot stood there in front of me with that blank expression on his face but I could see his fingers still twitching at his sides. I needed to break through this wall he'd built around himself somehow.
"Hi, Elliot," I started, keeping my voice gentle.
“Hi,” he returned quietly.
"How have you been?" I asked, searching for the right words.
He didn't answer right away. He looked at his mom who was standing at the foot of the stairs, watching us carefully with a guarded expression on her face. She gave him a slight nod. He turned to me. "I've been okay."
“What have you been up to?”
He shrugged. "School stuff. Mom's been looking at new schools for me."
The conversation felt stiff. I hated it. This was my son standing in front of me and we were talking like strangers.
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