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."

usual, poised and distant, his eyes remaining on the piece of literature in his hands. He barely acknowledged me, only giving a brief nod in response. But I could tell his attention wasn't entirely on the words in front of him. Every now and then, I caught him sneaking glances at Cyrus,

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and aloof on the

wanted to show. Especially when it

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

I could barely make out what was going on, but I caught snippets of conversation from the

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 ordinary

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

Asher along by the hand. Her face was red with anger, and Asher, who

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 were still recording her outburst, their phones trained on her as she made her dramatic exit. Sienna

she turned to storm off, her eyes locked with mine. For a brief moment, I thought she might say something to me, but instead,

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that sent a chill down my spine. There

her expression, a silent message I couldn't