Perhaps it had been too long since he'd last seen Marisol because Andre clung to her all evening after dinner. He insisted she help him with homework, stay close while he bathed, and sleep beside him.
His whirlwind of affection left Marisol with no time to contact her legal team. She would have to wait until morning.
With her injured hand, she couldn't help him bathe, so she simply kept him company with conversation. She didn't refuse when it came to sharing the bed with Andre.
Lucian didn't return that night. Zayne stood guard outside the bedroom door until dawn.
…
The next morning, Andre stood by the car with a small backpack on his shoulders and a pout on his face.
"Mom, can't you take me to school?" he asked.
Marisol was finally back, yet she wasn't sending him to school. Lucian had disappeared too, and neither parent would see him off.
"Mrs. Muller's injuries make it difficult for her to go out. She'll send you next time," Zayne explained.
Despite staying up all n
