I pass it to him and he looks at the box in awe, holding it like he’s scared to smudge his fingerprints over the packaging. “Can I start now?”
“Have at it,” I encourage. “I cleared a space for you right over there just in case.”
He hurries to his little corner to get started, a smile on his face.
Cyrille looks after her son for a moment then turns to me with grateful eyes. “That was sweet of you.”
“It was my pleasure. I wanted to make sure he had a little fun at least.”
She sits down in the chair beside me and sighs. “Sometimes, I think he forgets that he’s allowed to have fun. I know it’s been months now, but it still feels like it was yesterday.”
It’s the first time she’s referenced Maksim’s death. Truth be told, it’s the first time she’s talked openly to me at all. Nessa and Nikit
