I sighed helplessly and turned to Lyon. "He probably won't be able to accept this right away. When I leave, please explain it to him slowly." As I spoke, my eyes had turned red. Lyon pulled me into his arms, his voice low and comforting. "Don't be sad. One day, he'll understand." "Mm," I hummed softly.

After calming myself down, I carried a breakfast tray upstairs and knocked on Mason's door. "Mason, it's Mommy. Can you open the door for me?" "No!" Mason yelled. Hearing the anger and resistance in his little voice, I sighed. "Alright, I won't bother you. But I'll leave your breakfast outside the door. Eat when...