Chapter 1138

"Rain boots?" Damon guessed.

"No," Nyla replied curtly.

"Galoshes?" Damon tried again.

Nyla didn't bother responding.

"Knee-high socks?" Damon ventured.

"No! They're torn socks! Didn't you see the little ripped parts I drew?" Nyla cried.

"I thought those were just wear and tear," Damon reasoned.

For a moment, Nyla doubted her artistic ability. Was she really that bad at drawing?

"Damon, be honest with me. Are my drawings really that abstract?" she asked.

Damon hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Not exactly. Some words are just harder to draw. Maybe try simpler ones next time."

Mason, unbothered, chimed in, "Daddy, stop sugarcoating it. Her drawings are abstract."

at him.

I'm definitely not playing Pictionary with Mommy

with her!" Damon

Nyla were

play this game anymore, either. She

getting late. Let's

and Mason

Nyla followed

something going on at the

deep: "Nothing serious. Just tired.

when you

think it was important, so

Buddy. He must've

a moment before speaking. "I won't

needed

"What's that supposed to mean? Did you really think I'd

to go to Meristate out of

come back for me all these

her into his arms, gently stroking

your family now.

"Mm," Nyla hummed quietly.

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