Dominic
"When is Mommy coming back from her important mission?" Lottie asked, the innocent question landing like a physical blow. "She needs to see our new castle improvements."
"Soon," I promised, the word feeling hollow despite my determination to make it true. "She's working very hard to finish her special project."
Noah studied me with uncomfortable perception. "Your micro-expressions indicate elevated stress levels. Is Mommy's mission experiencing complications?"
Sometimes his analytical mind was too perceptive for comfort. "Just some schedule adjustments," I replied, forcing casual confidence into my tone. "Nothing to worry about."
"I put extra unicorn guards on Mommy's throne," Lottie informed me solemnly. "So her spot stays safe until she gets back."
The simple gesture of hol
