His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 3

Of course. He had never believed me. If he had come home even once

this year, he would have seen the medications and machines filling

Oliver's room. But this was his first time back.

I thought of Oliver's last wish-to go camping as a family. To make it happen, I had begged Nathan, even kneeling before him, promising I

would never ask for anything again. He had stood tall, looking down

at me, and finally asked, "Are you serious?"

I nodded, tears streaming down my face.

Nathan had entered my life when I was eight years old. I had begged my parents to adopt him from the orphanage. He became my brother, living with us.

But when I was fifteen, my parents divorced, and my father took

Sienna while my mother kept Nathan and me. Nathan resented me for years, blaming me for separating him from Sienna. When my dying

mother entrusted me to him, he reluctantly married me but never

gave me a wedding.

had told me coldly after my mother's

to grant

looked at him-this man who once seemed

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a cruel predator. Just

Sienna cried out, "Nathan, my face hurts. Is

attention to her.

her face indeed swollen from my

down her cheeks as she leaned against

carefully wiped them away with

my favorite toy, crying for days, and how he had comforted me, even saving up his

looked at me coldly.

Sienna."

my back, swallowing my sadness.

blinked in surprise. He

I followed him