Mira stood in Eli’s room, her face filled with sorrow. She gently packed his belongings, her movements slow and steady. She was drained emotionally and the argument with Thane still replayed in her head.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she said softly to Eli, who clutched his favorite stuffed animal. “We’re going home.”
As they approached the front door, Thane appeared suddenly, his expression stern and cold. “You can’t take him,” he said firmly, blocking their path.
Mira’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What are you talking about? He’s my son.”
Thane’s voice was cold. “He’s our son. And after everything that’s happened, I’m not letting you just walk out with him.”
Mira’s grip on Eli’s hand tightened. “I’m his mother. He needs me.”
Thane crossed his arms. “And I’m his father. He needs both of us
