Yulia's POV
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Gabriel and I looked at each other after Noah left. He tried to say something to me, but I shushed him up with a quick lift of my finger.
“This is all your fault,” I said, lowering my hand to my side as I looked at him.
“My fault? How? In what way?” He was visibly curious.
“You know what? I'm letting this slide, cause right now, I need to go look for my son.” I gave him one last frown before walking away.
It was freezing outside, snow falling from the sky. Everyone had gone in, leaving the environment eerily quiet.
“There you are, my boy!” I found Noah sitting alone on a bench, a sad expression on his face.
I moved closer to him, crouching down low to meet his eyes.
“You know you didn't have to show mommy your angry side. It'll only make her feel like a bad mother
