Elara’s Pov Monday morning started like any other. Breakfast. Getting dressed. Packing a small lunch. My child sat at the table telling me about a game they wanted to play at school. Nothing felt unusual. But the truth was, my mind had been busy all weekend. Adrian seeing the child at the park had changed something. Even though he stayed far away, even though he left when I asked him to, the line between his life and ours felt thinner now. I dropped my child off at school and drove home. My phone buzzed ten minutes later. Adrian. I already knew it would be him. “Did they get to school okay?” “Yes,” I replied. The answer came back quickly. “Good.” That was it. No other questions. For a while, the silence stayed between us. Around noon my phone buzzed again. “Can I ask you something?” I stared at the message. “Ask.” The typing bubble stayed on the screen longer than usual. “Do they ever talk about what they want to be when they grow up?” I leaned back in the chair
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