From relatives.
From strangers.
From people who thought endurance was a compliment instead of a burden.
But hearing it through my children’s mouths made it feel heavier.
Not flattering.
Just… heavy.
Neutro
Ava looked at me more directly now.
He said you always stayed.”
I nodded once.
“Yes.”
Eli tilted his head again.
“So basically,” he summarized slowly, “he left and you didn’t.”
I sighed.
“That is an extremely simplified version of events, but yes.”
Ava frowned slightly.
“He said he wants to stay now.”
My stomach tightened.
Of course he did.
They were at that exact impressionable stage where words could feel like stability.
I kept my tone neutral.
“And what do you think about that?”
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Door
Lydia pov
Eli shrugged immediately.
“I think he talks too much.”
Ava shot him a look.
“That’s not what he meant.”
“What? He does. He talks like he is writing a speech inside his head.”
That was unfortunately accurate.
Ava turned back to me.
“He said we don’t have to trust him immediately.”
That made me pause slightly.
That sentence… was careful.
Too careful.

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