-Vincent, can you take Tristan to the workshop, please?- I asked the man who stood on the other side of me, looking hesitant for a few seconds before nodding and taking Tristan in his arms.
-Let's see what Patrick will teach us today.- Vincent said as he walked out the door with an unhappy Tristan, who seemed to not believe the story about his grandparents.
Once we were alone, without my son's presence, Paul took the liberty of walking all around the office, observing every corner. Alexander pulled me closer to his body with his hand, as if he didn't want to let go of me while he was nearby, and in a way, that made me feel safe.
I looked expressionless at Paul, after wiping away the tears that had stayed in my eyes, he showed me a fake smile and sat in Vincent's chair with all confidenc
