Chassy

As I exited the office, I sought out Ethan, finding him amidst the pack members who were going about their daily activities. His posture exuded a mix of newfound responsibility and the lingering shadows of concern for his father. Approaching him, I could sense the unspoken connection—the familial bond that now carried an additional layer of complexity.

"Ethan," I called, the weight of the revelation evident in the gravity of my voice. He turned, his gaze meeting mine—a mix of determination and the vulnerability of a son who carried the weight of his father's legacy.

"Mommy C," he said, the formality softened by the familial address. "What is it?"...