Zephyr sat on the sofa chair in his living room, eyes fixed on Lorraine who sat opposite from him.
Her son, Liam, was now fast asleep in the bedroom upstairs. He'd cried for hours before dozing off. But Zephyr understood. He knew exactly how Liam felt and for that he was deeply sorry.
“We shouldn't have met like this,” Zephyr said, still staring. “If we had met in a different circumstance, I would not have been responsible for tearing a mother from her son.”
“You did nothing wrong,” Lorraine blinked. She glanced at her hands before steadying her gaze on him. “I chose to leave him behind. I know I shouldn't, but it's for his own safety. You have to understand.”
“I do understand,” Zephyr replied. He swallowed hard and furrowed his eyebrows. “If you are separated the more difficult it
