“Max, make sure you finish your meals,” Anastasia said gently, brushing her son’s collar flat for the third time that morning. “You have to eat properly, okay? Don’t skip anything just because you are in a hurry. And please, don’t hang out with bad company. It’s going to be cold there, so wear warm clothes and layer up. Take care of yourself, alright?”Ashton smiled and nodded, then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his mother. She looked tiny and delicate in front of her now-taller teenage son, and for a moment, she just held him like she used to when he was little. He kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love you, Mommy. I’m going to miss you terribly.”“Excuse me,” Damien said with offence, raising an eyebrow. “And what about me?”“You too, old man!” Ashton said with a grin.Then, before anyone could interrupt, he added, “So Dad… about that Aston Martin… when are we going to talk about it?”Damien stared at him. “Seriously?”“I mean, I’m fifteen now,” Ashton continued with a
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