Nathan Lynch didn't understand the conflicts between adults. He just lowered his eyes, tears streaming down his face, completely lost in the pain of losing his "bunny doll."
It wasn't just about the bunny doll; his stepmom's words had also hurt him deeply. He didn't want to be someone nobody liked.
Naomi Kenway's expression softened. Ian hadn't cried in a long time, but the sound of his suppressed, childish sobs from her dreams always wrapped around her like vines. Every time she recalled it, her chest would tighten until she could hardly breathe.
Looking at Nathan, Naomi seemed to see another small shadow. A sense of panic flared in her heart, and she pulled Ian a little tighter into her embrace.
With her other hand, she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe Nathan Lynch's cheeks, her touch incredibly gentle. "Nathan, don't cry, okay?"
