–Livana–
I retreated to my room the moment Dr. Green arrived.
I gathered my boy into my arms, letting him snuggle close to me, while the twins curled beside their mother on the sofa. Quietly, I checked the corridor camera feed—the vacant room that had been transformed into a delivery suite.
I could already imagine Deanne inside…
cursing her husband between breaths.
Laura giggled at something, and the twins followed her laughter like echoes of sunlight.
"Dada…" Sky muttered softly. "Where's Dada?"
My son always looks for me first.
But when Damon is away, he searches for his father instead—as if love, once divided, must still remain whole.
It amuses me, how alike they are.
The same temperament. The same dramatic soul.
"Dada is abroad," I told him gently. "He's taking care of Uncle Kai."
"Tito? What happened?"
"He got shot," I said calmly.
His little eyes widened.
"Oh… no."
"Oh no!" the twins echoed in unison.
