Chapter 17 – Entering The Room Again

(Eve’s POV)

“Then leave the decision to her,” Callahan snapped, cutting Wyatt.

“Why are you so concerned about her welfare?” Ben snarled, looking at Callahan with frustration and confusion.

“Grr!” I growled, raising my hands. They were making me dizzy, and my headache was becoming worse. I winced and shouted, “I’m the caretaker of this place. I’ll decide what to do with it.”

There was silence for a few seconds, then suddenly Theo spoke.

“Aunt Moira told Wyatt to look after us while she’s away,” he wriggled his body, and when Wyatt put him down, my eight-year-old son, who most of the time didn’t want to share his world with us, ran to his little sister.

My lips parted, but a sigh escaped my mouth instead of words. I blinked, curiously stared at my son, and wondered how or what had changed. In his growing years, he rarely participated in our daily conversation. Although my son was not disabled, interacting with him was a bit challenging. Since we moved to Moira’s house, I had not