With tiny hands firmly grabbing onto his nanny Naëlle's arm, Xavier held on to her sleeve. He hadn't let go since they left the country home where he had been hiding the last few years. The boy's wide blue eyes shone with unanswered questions, questions the woman with him was unable to address.
Burke sat at the front, hands on his knees. Beneath his controlled behavior, his thoughts went wild. He had often seen Xavier over the past years, striving to keep a thread of familiarity between the youngster and the family he had been parted from. But this—bringing him home, back to a house he had never visited and a family with old memories...
“We’re almost there,” Burke murmured, eyes still fixed on the horizon.
Behind them, the nanny gave Xavier a soft squeeze. “Remember what I told you, mon chou? Mommy and Daddy missed you so very much.”
Xavier didn’t reply. He just nodded and turned to stare out the window.
Coming into sight was the estate. 'Welcome Home, Xavier!' balloons were swaying
