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

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.

him apart, even among kids who were older than him. He was sharper, faster, more

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

did

picnic went on pleasantly enough, but by the time it ended, I was ready to leave the park. The unease I felt after the mention of Sienna had stayed with me, and I wanted to get back home and

the setting sun casting long shadows across the path, I saw a figure up

when he saw us approach.

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 through

you don't need to give him anything," I said, trying to keep my voice

faltering. "It's just a gift. I just want to

stepped in front of Cyrus, my heart racing. "Cyrus doesn't want to get close to you, and neither do I," I said firmly, hoping Nathan would

His expression darkened as he stepped closer still, reaching out toward Cyrus. Without warning, he grabbed my wrist, not harshly, but

what seemed like sincerity. "He's my son too,

he moved toward Cyrus. I tried to pull back, but his grip on my wrist tightened. My heart was pounding, my instincts screaming at me to Chapter