Nala’s Pov
The more Shawn wiped my face, the more tears rolled down my cheeks.
I heard him sigh. He reached for a handkerchief in his pocket and then began to wipe my eyes with the tiny piece of cloth. Even though I was a mess on the inside, I tried not to show it on the outside because it wouldn’t be polite to do this in front of my son, whom I hadn’t seen this close in years. But I failed woefully and silently hoped that Shawn wouldn’t judge me for it.
We stood there; I sobbed for God knows how long, but my son continued to dab my face, and after what felt like forever, I think I calmed down a little.
Shawn ushered me to a seat. This time, it was a double couch, different from the one I had previously been seated on. I obeyed, and to my surprise, he joined me on the couch
