ECHOES OF THE PAST
Glande's POV
By the time I got home that evening, my head was pounding.
The office had been busy enough to keep my hands occupied, but not my mind.
Some thoughts simply refused to leave.
I unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside.
"Mummy!"
Liam ran toward me as usual, wrapping his little arms around my waist.
I smiled and hugged him tightly.
"How was your day?"
"It was fun! Aunt Jasmine made pasta."
"Did she?"
He nodded enthusiastically.
"And I finished my homework."
"I'm proud of you."
He beamed before running back to the living room to show me the drawing he'd been working on.
Jasmine appeared from the kitchen, drying her hands with a towel.
"Long day?"
I nodded.
"A very long one."
She studied my face for a moment.
"You don't look tired."
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