Wren
The quiet of the house settled around me, thick and unfamiliar after yesterday’s joyful chaos. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, I traced the rim of my coffee mug, a faint smile touching my lips. Liam’s abandoned dinosaur sat propped on the counter, a tiny plastic knight guarding a syrup stain. Damon’s deep voice echoed in my memory "Just taking Liam to Mrs. Brown’s, then maybe some park time. Boys’ morning."
The simplicity of it warmed me. Just Damon wanting time with his son. Their rhythm. Our normal. I’d waved them off, Liam chattering about showing Mrs. Brown his new dino-roar, Damon’s hand lingering possessively on my waist for a beat longer than necessary before he’d driven away.
I’d spent the morning in peaceful solitude. A long, lazy phone call with Lydia diss
