"Mama," the small child climbed on my lap when I sat with him on his play mat. He kissed me on my cheeks and hugged me tightly, locking his arms around my neck.
"What's wrong?"
He shook his head.
The tranquility of my son's hug diffuses all the anxiety that I have been feeling for the past few days until Caspian stepped inside the room, holding a tray with a pitcher of juice and several glasses.
"Papa!" Caius immediately ran to his father but stopped halfway when he realized that he's holding something.
As the child acted so buoyant around his father, I, on the other hand, stayed still in my place, trying to ignore Caspian's presence.
"Are you fine now, Keila?," he asked as he pour the beverage in the glasses
"I...I'm fine."
"There's something I wanted to ask you, do you mind if
