Lena haphazardly wiped her eyes with a tissue, composed herself, and opened the door.
Finch was waiting outside. Seeing his mother open the door, he quickly darted into the room and flung himself at Lena, hugging her legs like a small puppy, rubbing against her.
Lena’s heart melted at his touch. His small body was soft, as if boneless, his demeanor sweet and clinging. The sadness Lena had just suppressed resurfaced at the thought of their impending separation, and tears welled up again.
“Mommy, what’s wrong? Did Daddy bully you?” Finch looked up, his small hands still wrapped around her waist.
Lena raised her head, fighting back tears. “No, it’s Mommy’s fault. I made your Daddy angry.”
Finch rolled his eyes. “Daddy’s easy to coax. Mommy, you just have to kiss Daddy, and I guarantee wh
