I am thankful to Halo for the intrusion because goddess knows I may have collapsed from a heart attack.
“He’s right,” I cough awkwardly, putting some distance between us, “Thin is better. Try it.”
He disappears into the fitting room and emerges a few minutes later.
“Well?” he asks, turning slowly. My lip inadvertently tucks underneath my teeth, scanning him painstakingly.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper.
“Halo, what do you think?”
Halo looks up, his eyes widening, “Cool! Like a king!”
Drake laughs, “See, Elena? Our son has the best eye.”
Our son..mwhwn was the last time he referred to Halo as ours? The small act makes my heart swell with pride.
“We need something to match for Halo,” I say walking toward the section with the smaller sizes.
We choose a lighter shade of silver-grey for H
