ELENA
“Have fun with Daddy, okay?” Halo beams and nods excitedly. His smile is infectious, his joy even more radiant now despite the cold.
“Take care of him,” I say to Drake, and his eyes knit in confusion.
“He’s my son, of course I will,” he replies. There’s a comment on the tip of my tongue, a comment that will surely stir a pot of trouble: he is your son, yet you’re more of a father to Liam than you have ever been to Halo.
I swallow the words and give a dismissive nod before moving toward the house. Each step closer to the room registers a note that I had tried to suppress all evening. This room is one that is assigned to us: Drake, Halo, and me. Not because there aren’t any other rooms, but because we are ‘family,’ we ought to stay together, in the words of Margaret when we first v
