Not Yours to Control
"Pain, pain, go away! Mommy, tell me who hurt you!"
Even though William had taught him that boys should not cry at any little thing, Aiden's eyes reddened when he saw me hurt.
My heart ached watching him. I patted his hand to soothe him.
By then, William had come up beside us.
He only had to stand there, and a powerful aura of dominance filled the room, making everyone feel like the air had been sucked out of their lungs.
People instinctively cleared space around him.
Feeling the weight of his gaze on my wound, my heart skipped a beat.