Lyra
Mommy? Mommy are you cwying?
I looked up.
Xavier stood a few feet away, without a guard or his nanny trailing behind him. His big eyes stared at me with the baby version of concern, a thumb in his mouth as he chewed nervously.
Xavier? I blinked, confused. "What are you doing here?"
How did he find me? And how long had he been standing there?
He chewed on his thumb again and stepped closer.
Why is Mommy cwying?
I didn't know if it was the question or the Mommy word that hit me like a punch, regardless, both did. They plunged me into a dark hole, one that forced a broken, bitter laugh out of my lips.
Why was I crying?
Little Xavier, Evelyn's beautiful boy, wanted to know why I was crying?
Well, I was crying because his father kept toying with my heart and mind like it was not
