Chapter 56
R immediately began pulling out plates and silverware, arranging them on the large kitchen table with the careful precision he brought to all his tasks. Rhys watched him work, feeling the familiar mixture of love and protectiveness and worry that parenthood had taught him.
His son was brilliant. Observant. Careful. Already showing signs of the strategic thinking that Rhys had hoped to pass on to him.
But he was also lonely. Despite the art classes, the elite preschool, the attempts to socialize him with other children—R remained solitary. Content with adult company but struggling to connect with peers.
Violetta noticed Rhys's expression and moved closer, her voice dropping to a murmur only he could hear. "You're worrying again."
"Always," Rhys admitted.
"He's fine," Violet
