As the sun began to set, Jackson Foster's nanny was diligently assisting him in packing his clothes. The little boy entwined his small arms tightly around Kingsly Scott's neck, his bright eyes welling up with tears as he watched his favorite shirts and pants being neatly folded and placed into his suitcase.
"Daddy," he asked in a quivering voice, "is Mommy coming to pick me up tomorrow? Does that mean I'll be living with Mommy from now on?"
With a tender smile masking the pain in his heart, Kingsly nodded, gently stroking Jackson's hair. "Yes, my precious one," he assured him softly. "You will be staying with Mommy for a while. But don't worry, Daddy will come to visit whenever he can."
Jackson pouted.
Kingsly looked at him affectionately. "What's wrong, little treasure?"
Jackson's voice choked with emotion. "Why do Daddy and Mommy have to be apart all the time? I want to be with both of you. I don't want you to be apart."
As he spoke, tears began to stream down his cheeks.
