Ivory
We settled into the living room, a tense air hanging over us. The television flickered on, casting a dim glow as we tuned into the news. The anchors droned on about various topics, but our minds were elsewhere. The waiting was excruciating.
"Do you think we'll hear from Cole soon?" Anabel asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.
"I hope so," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I hope they succeed. Everything depends on that mission,"
We watched the news, our eyes glued to the screen as if willing it to provide the answers we sought.
Meanwhile, the nanny tried to create paper art with Erin, who seemed to be having fun. His innocent laughter was a stark contrast to the tension in the room.
He kept asking for his father, his voice filled with a child's simple, u
