Natalia
I and Cardan are standing outside on the patio. It’s a cold night, and the cold breeze wafts about us lazily. I wrap my arms around myself to keep warm. It was hard work putting the kids to sleep, and I was just about retiring for the night when Cardan had showed up at the door.
Something about him seems off though, almost defeated. But I can’t quite place my finger on it. I can only Imagine what he’s going through. I wonder if he’s made a decision on whether to take his dad off life support or not.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m fine Nat, I just needed to tell you about what happened earlier today.”
I raise a brow, because even though he’s actively avoiding my eyes, I see the tiredness in his eyes. I soften my face and sigh. Right now, I appreciate his candor.
“What’s wrong? Wh
