Chapter 65

Confused, I turned off the TV, feeling a strange mixture of disappointment and concern. Carlos was always dedicated to his work, so why hadn't he attended the

banquet? I tried to shake the feeling that something was off, but the uncertainty

lingered.

A few days later, I decided to take Cyrus out for some fresh air. The park we frequented was a good escape from the thoughts swirling in my head. We packed a small picnic and headed out, joined by a few neighboring families who often came along. The children, including Cyrus, ran ahead excitedly while the adults found a spot to settle.

As we spread out our blankets and began to relax, one of the women next to me started chatting. Her voice was casual as she shared bits of gossip, but then she leaned in slightly. "You know, I think I saw Sienna at the infants' hospital the other day."

I froze, my mind racing at the mention of her name. Sienna? That couldn't be right. "Sienna?" I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady. "That's not possible. She's in prison. She was sentenced to ten years."

The woman shrugged. "I thought so too, but it really looked like her. Could be someone else, though."

I forced a smile, dismissing the idea as ridiculous. Sienna couldn't be out. Nathan didn't take the bail money on the set date, and she was serving her sentence. There was no way she could have been at the hospital. Still, the mention of her name sent an uneasy chill down my spine.

energy and quickness set him apart, even among kids who were older than him. He was sharper, faster, more physically coordinated, and I couldn't help but notice how the other children struggled to

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it time and again. Cyrus was special, in ways that even I didn't

did

I felt after the mention of Sienna had stayed with me,

casting long shadows across

eyes lighting up when he saw us approach. "Doris, Cyrus," he called

instinctively moved closer to me, his nose wrinkling as he whispered, "T don't like the way he smells." His words were enough to send a protective jolt

him anything," I said, trying to

took a step closer, his smile faltering. "It's just a gift. I just want

my heart racing. "Cyrus doesn't want to get close to you, and neither do

down. His expression darkened as he stepped closer still, reaching out toward Cyrus. Without warning, he grabbed my wrist,

softening with what seemed like sincerity. "He's my son too, Doris. I'm not trying to

moved toward Cyrus. I tried to pull back, but his grip on my

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