Gwen dressed casually, her movements calm and precise. She slicked back her hair into a neat ponytail, adjusted her black jeans, and zipped up her matching jacket. Everything she wore was black—sharp, sleek, and deliberate. The kind of outfit that blended her with people.
Before heading out, she walked into the living room. Lucas was sitting cross legged on the couch, watching cartoons with full attention, his little hand clutching a toy car. Gwen’s expression softened immediately.
“Good morning, my love,” she said, her voice warm.
“Mommy,” Lucas turned, his smile wide and innocent. “Are you going out?”
“Yes, baby,” Gwen replied, kneeling to his level. “But I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“Buy me some toys, Mommy,” Lucas demanded with a tiny pout.
Gwen smiled and kissed his forehead. “Of c
