As Amelia drove away from the school, her thoughts swirled with unease. The last thing she wanted was for Micheal to become too fond of Sebastian. A nagging fear gripped her heart, irrational but persistent—what if Sebastian somehow stole her son away? The thought gnawed at her, making her grip the steering wheel tighter.
“Mommy,” Micheal’s voice broke through her reverie, pulling her back to the present. “Why do people hate each other?”
Amelia blinked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“It’s bad to hate people, right?” he asked, his tone innocent yet probing.
“Yes, it is,” she agreed, trying to keep her voice steady.
“You always tell me not to hate anyone because God made them, right?”
“Yes, that’s right,” she replied, a small smile tugging
