Chapter 74

Natalie had promised she’d be over tonight.

She was the kind of person who followed through. He had seen her picking gifts for kids. She was reliable, so he knew she’d come.

As long as Nate was happy and could fulfill his wishes, everything was worth it. Everyone else. paled in importance.

The minutes ticked away, and the night deepened.

Nate wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting at the back door, his little cheeks numb from the cold, his eyes heavy and struggling to stay open, yet no one had appeared.

The maid found him there, shivering, and scooped him up. “Mr. Nate, what are you doing out here in the cold? Didn’t you want cake?”

“Just a bit longer!” Nate suddenly found a burst of energy, squirming in the maid’s arms before sliding back to the ground, pushing her hands away. “Go inside! Leave me alone!”

The cake would have to wait for Natalie to arrive, for her to cut a slice for him. He wanted to light the candles with Mommy and make a wish together. No one else would do.

Natalie had said that when the moon rose, she would appear.

by Nate’s unusual behavior, the maid suggested, “It’s so chilly out here. Why don’t we go inside and get you a warm

refused. What if Natalie came while he was inside changing, saw that he hadn’t

shouldn’t make them sad without good reason. So, he had to wait

force the issue, the maid finally retreated into the house at Nate’s insistence. stealing

hard for his sickness to make a comeback. Seeing him out there, looking all wilted and pitiful, the maid knew he must feel unwell.

was thinking of scooping him up once he fell asleep when Brian’s voice suddenly cut

better than to breathe too loudly around him, and they stepped back, leaving a hush

at the empty street for a long moment before he went and stood behind Nate. He bent down and lifted his son into his arms.

that Natalie had encountered an

Chapter 74

leave the country.

at seven that evening and was already far

his bones, his energy sapped, and he didn’t even muster

was holding him, and the light that

on his father’s shoulder, murmuring weakly. “Daddy, Nate has to keep his

Nate’s limp body, his voice a soft murmur. It was as if he was speaking to himself yet answering Nate’s unspoken fear.

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