Author's POV Iris walked into the house, uneasiness settling deep in her chest. She nervously bit her nails as she glanced toward the door again."Mom, this water is for you." Arlo stood in front of her, holding out a glass of water with both hands.He was seven now, Iris looked at her little boy and managed a smile as she took the glass from him. "Thank you, sweetheart."She took a small sip before placing the glass on the table.As her eyes immediately returned to the door.It was past one in the morning, Xavier still wasn't home worse, he wasn't answering her calls either…. a strange fear tightened around her heart."Mom, sit down," Arlo said softly. "Your feet must be hurting." Iris looked down at him.The concern in his little face made her heart filled with gratitude."I'm okay, baby," she whispered, but she wasn't, something felt wrong, she forced herself to smile for Arlo, even as her fingers tightened around the phone in her hand.She called Xavier again, the call went unans
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