Elena pov..
“Aunty, can I talk to you for a second?”
“What’s wrong, son? I hope you’re not asking about your mom; she’s busy at work and won’t be able to answer.” I said this calmly to Henry, who was standing at the kitchen door, gripping the frame tightly.
“It’s not about my mom, Aunty.”
I focused on him, realizing that for once, his issue wasn’t related to his mother’s absence. I sighed, my heart racing as I tried to understand what he was about to say.
“Alright, Henry, what’s going on? I’m in the middle of making potato chips and cookies for you.” I spoke softly, leaning against the counter as he stepped closer. In a moment, he gently opened his shirt, glancing around as if he were afraid of something.
“What’s wrong, Henry? You’re making me worried, little guy.”
“Aunty, the mark
