Dylan
I look at the boy playing with a bunch of toys in the middle of my office, and it is practically his playroom.
I run a hand through my hair as I take in air. I want to call Cassandra. I miss her voice,e but she'll probably yell at me again.
Security I put around her said they are shopping, Kyle needed some things, and so did she. Kyle, my lips quirk as an idea plays into my mind.
" Kyle, Kyle," my son's eyes snap to me. He doesn't look too happy that I got his attention. I get out of my chair and make some silly faces, but he doesn't laugh. I stick out my tongue and funnily roll my eyes. Finally, a smile forms on his lip,s and he lets out a short chuckle.
" There you go," I touch his cheeks.
" Wanna call mama?" His attention snaps to me fully now, throwing away his favorite wol
