“I didn’t choose her,” he said, his voice sounding low. “I tolerated her. That’s not the same.” He replied.
Natasha exhaled and turned her gaze back to her son. Now, he was lining up the toy wolf with the edge of the carpet. He looked so focused.
“She seemed angry,” she said.
Sebastian scoffed. “She always gets angry when something isn’t hers.”
There was silence after that.
Then Sebastian spoke again. “I never thought I would ever see you again. I didn’t want to believe that you just left like that.”
Her breath caught.
“I swear it, Natasha,” he continued. “I searched for six years. I thought I was going mad and when I finally stopped looking… I never stopped hoping.” He added.
“I didn’t remember anything for a long time,” she said, trembling. “There were just fragments… feelings I
