It took a lot of consoling before I managed to finally calm Sander. I convinced him that it was not his father's fault even if that was not the truth.
I must not ruin Desmond's image. Sander needed a father figure. He must experience a complete family Desmond and I never got to have.
"Are we alright now?" I asked as I lifted him up in my arms.
Sander sniffed and nodded. "Yes, Mama," he said in a meek tone before his eyes looked behind me. He frowned and immediately hid his face by burying it in the crook of my neck.
Even if Sander was not saying anything, I knew that Desmond was behind me. I knew by then that he was watching us from a distance. I turned around to see his melancholy expression. He didn't dare to approach us. He was only a few meters away from my standpoint.
"Mama, I do
