I hummed softly to myself as I folded the blanket and packed away the remains of our little picnic. I could faintly hear my boys laughing and playing not far off. I thought, for a brief moment, that today might turn out fine after all.
Instinctively, I glanced over at them, imagining Ksaver chasing Marcus and Daemond with his stick sword held high. But then my gaze caught a woman standing near my boys. Her son pointed a finger accusingly at Ksaver, who was now sitting on the ground, tears welling in his eyes.
My pulse quickened. "What's happening?"
The woman's sharp voice carried through the park. "How dare you!"
Before I could fully process what was happening, I saw Daemond and Marcus rush to Ksaver's side. They helped their brother to his feet, standing protectively in front of him.
"You leave him alone!" Daemond shouted, his small frame trembling with fury.
Marcus's fists balled at his sides as he echoed, "Yeah!"
