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

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I knelt down beside him, brushing his hair back from his face, trying to comfort him in the way only a mother can. "I know, love. Sometimes things come up, and people have to work. But we'll still have a fun day, okay? You and me. How about we go to the park later, or

maybe the library to pick out a new book?" I smiled at him, hoping to lift his spirits.

It took a moment, but slowly, his lips curved into a small smile. His resilience always amazed me. As I dressed him in his favorite little outfit-a pair of blue overalls and a yellow shirt that made him look like a ray of sunshine-his mood lifted, and soon his earlier disappointment seemed to melt away.

We headed out the door, and to my surprise, Carlos's sleek black car was parked in front of the house. His driver stood outside, waiting for us. Cyrus's eyes lit up instantly, his disappointment from earlier completely forgotten. "Carlos is here!" he shouted, his voice bubbling with excitement as he ran toward the car with pure joy.

He clambered into Carlos's arms the moment the car door opened, his excitement overflowing. The bond between them was clear, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched. For all of Carlos's distance and aloofness, he had a soft spot for Cyrus. I could see it in the way he held him, the way his stern expression softened just a little.

I followed behind, sliding into the seat next to them and offering Carlos a polite nod. "Thanks for picking us up."

giving a brief nod in response. But I could tell his attention

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game-distant and aloof on

than he wanted to show. Especially when it

to a stop in front of the kindergarten, I stepped out first, taking Cyrus by the hand. But today, something felt different. There was a crowd

holding up their phones, recording something just ahead. I could barely make

drop off her child, and her fans were eagerly waiting for updates, hoping to catch a glimpse of the private moment. It always amazed me how some people thrived on turning the

the chaos, while I held Cyrus's hand a little tighter, guiding him through the crowd. Once we were inside

was red with anger, and Asher, who was usually so full of

voice rang out as she reached the crowd. "This school isn't good enough for my Asher! It doesn't deserve him!" she shouted, her voice sharp and filled with venom. "We're leaving, and I'm finding him a better school. One that actually appreciates his potential." The crowd, ever eager for drama, murmured in response. Many

off, her eyes locked with mine. For a brief moment, I thought

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a chill

a silent message