The name Leo made Elena pause for a few seconds.
She glanced at Aiden, quickly composed herself, and said, “Okay, then I’ll recall the email.”
Elena tried to retract it, but the recipient had already opened the message. She carefully drafted a new one.
“Sorry, one of the paintings is not for sale. I’ve edited the email. Please take another look.”
She sent the revised email. The recipient did not open it immediately. Assuming they were busy, Elena put her phone aside and helped Aiden organize his paintings.
Aiden rolled up the family portrait and put it away, then sat next to Elena.
She expected him to bring up Leo, but he didn’t. He didn’t even ask when she would be discharged.
Elena stroked his round little head, her heart aching. Aiden was perceptive; she said nothing, but perhaps
