“Eleanor?” He called my name, asking for my attention when minute passed and I failed to give him the answer he wanted to hear.
I struggled to breath. “Alright,” I finally said. The word felt foreign on my tongue. My voice was steady, but inside, I was more of a fractured.
Damian barely reacted. Just when I thought he was just waiting for my answer, he showed no relief, no satisfaction. He only nodded, as his gaze flickered downward briefly before returning to me.
“Mommy?”
Both our heads turned toward the staircase. Elon was standing there, his small frame clearly visible. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, his dinosaur clutched tightly in his right hand.
“Daddy?” His voice was soft. His eyes were first confused, then turned surprise to happy in mere seconds. That completely changed the air
