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

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Carlos's house had become strangely quiet. No strangers lingered around anymore, and the servants, who once seemed so distant and aloof, had notably polite toward me and Cyrus.

grown

They even smiled when they saw us, which felt foreign in this place, where formality often seemed to overshadow warmth. Yet, in their small gestures, I could sense a shift-perhaps because Cyrus's health had improved, or perhaps because our time here was drawing to a close.

Cyrus, whose pallor had once concerned me deeply, was back to his usual, energetic self. His laughter filled the hallways, and with every step he took, I could feel the weight lifting off my shoulders. The nightmare of his illness seemed like a distant memory now. It was time to go home.

I began gathering his things, preparing for our departure. The servants helped me pack, handling each of Cyrus's favorite toys with care, as if understanding the significance of each item. Carlos knew about our plans this time.

There were no secrets between us, no silent moves made behind his back. When dn't stop us. Instead, he had all he learned that we were preparing to leave, he of Cyrus's cherished belongings delivered to our room-every toy, every trinket, meticulously packed and ready to go. It was an unexpected kindness, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude.

moment of silence, and I watched Carlos closely, waiting to see how he would respond. For the first time in a long while, I

his wide grin filling the room with an infectious joy

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in that moment that I realized how much this place, and even Carlos,

invitation; they were a promise of continued connection. A bridge, perhaps, between the past we were leaving behind and whatever

him for everything. It wasn't easy for me

when I feared losing Cyrus to his illness. He had provided

servant hesitated for a moment before responding, "Mr. Carlos is in an important online meeting. He doesn't have time

work or something more

away, I caught a glimpse of him through the window-focused, working hard as always. His brow furrowed, his eyes glued to the screen, deep in conversation with someone on the other end. There was no space for me in that world, and I understood that now. With

be strong for him. Every morning, I dropped

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as I left him, though, my thoughts shifted to what lay