Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 310: Family Picture Killian stepped forward, his presence a steadying force in the room. "Hey, buddy," he said, his voice unusually soft, almost gentle. "I know yesterday didn't go the way we planned."

Ryker's eyes shifted to him, his expression still clouded.

Killian knelt down beside him, making sure he was at Ryker's eye level. "It was supposed to be a special day for you - your birthday - but things got a little... messy. And I'm really sorry about that."

Ryker tilted his head, his fingers still toying with the edge of his notepad. He was listening, but I could tell he was waiting for more.

Killian's face softened, and for a moment, the guarded mask he usually wore was gone. "I promise we'll make it up to you. We'll do whatever you want-just you and me. How does that sound?"

Ryker's eyes lit up, if only for a second. He scribbled quickly on his notepad before holding it up. "Anything?"

Killian's lips curled into a small smile, a glimmer of relief in his eyes. "Anything," he confirmed. "Just name

it."

Ryker paused, considering the offer carefully. His eyes flicked from Killian to me, as if weighing his options.

to write again, his brow furrowed in concentration. When he held up the notepad, it read: "Can we go to

strokes. The drawing showed three figures: one adult male, one adult female, and a small child between them, holding their hands. The sun shone brightly in the background, and the waves were drawn in soft, blue lines. For a moment, we both stared at the image, trying to decipher its meaning. Killian's brow furrowed as he glanced

lifted to Killian's, and he shook his head. Then, with a determined expression, he reached out and

my breath catch, and I glanced at Killian, who stared back at me, a mix of

you mean..." he started slowly, as if he couldn't quite believe it. "Do you mean you want to go to the

of my shirt. He pointed to the female figure in his drawing and then to me, as if

wave, and I felt my chest tighten

bloomed inside me just

off guard. "Astrid?"

surprise evident. "You want Astrid to come with

the notepad once more, adding another detail to the drawing a smalt heart above the three figures, as if sealing the

the emotion welling in my eyes. He still has no idea about

en

I asked him. "Don't you want her to come with

all know

that Giselle is his real mother. This made me question what kind of mother Giselle