Jonathan's POV
Timothy looks a little tired after he has eaten all of that food. I drive straight to our house. I want to get him safe. I want him to be with Christine. I know that he trusts her somehow. She was the one he talked to and thought that I was not his father, that I looked like his father, but that I was not his father. I feel sorry for the little boy. When we stop in front of the house, he is fast asleep, and I go to pick him up, but as soon as I pick him up, he opens his eyes, and he stiffens in my arms again. Christine knows that he is coming and she has prepared the bedroom for him as well as clothes and toys. I know she knows how to handle children. I know she knows how to handle a little boy like Timothy because I know that she loves children, and I know that she feels a
