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.

older than him. He was

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Cyrus was special, in ways

did

by the time it ended, I was ready to leave the park. The unease I felt

and I walked back toward home, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows across the path, I saw a

eyes lighting up when he saw

whispered, "T don't like the way he smells." His words were enough to

give him anything," I said, trying to

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

want to get close to you, and neither do I," I said firmly, hoping

as he stepped closer still, reaching out toward Cyrus. Without warning, he grabbed

just want to hug him," Nathan said, his voice softening with what seemed like sincerity. "He's my son too, Doris. I'm not trying to hurt

tried to pull back, but his grip on my