“He’s okay, Luna. A healthy and strong boy,” Dianne said as she ruffled Alexander’s hair. Alexander finally stopped twitching the moment Dianne touched him, as if her gentle hand gave him comfort.
“Thank you, Dianne,” Noah said with a soft smile.
“Have you considered what I told you, Luna? About the therapy?” Dianne asked as she set her stethoscope down on the table. Noah nodded slowly.
“I am. I’ve thought about it… but I haven’t spoken to Nox about this yet. Plus, I’m worried about what Alexander might think.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly torn between fear and hope.
“It will help Alexander, Luna,” Dianne said politely, her voice firm yet kind. “He needs proper guidance to handle what he’s going through,” she added.
“I know,” Noah replied, his voice soft. “I
