Lucien's POVBy the time I finally wrestled an exhausted Luke back home, it was fully dark.The garage light clicked on automatically, cold white light falling across the windshield. I sat there without turning off the engine.In the back seat, Luke had cried himself to sleep, curled up in his car seat, dried tear tracks on his face.I savored those five minutes of quiet, but one thought kept circling back, louder each time.Iris still hadn't replied.Hours had passed since morning. What was she doing?I opened my phone. The chat was stuck on my last message: "He just really misses you."Unread.I stared at those two gray texts, and a slow discomfort spread through my chest.For ten years, she'd never made me wait. She'd always been the one handling the child, watching Luke's moods, absorbing the fallout.Now she'd left in a fit of pique, and I was thrown off balance---almost feeling overlooked, abandoned without warning.That feeling irritated me, and it drove me to scroll through my
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