Cammy held Dylan's small hand in hers as they stepped out of Eve's apartment, leaving Greg behind for now.
Dylan's grip was tight, hesitant. His crutches tapped against the wooden floor, the only sound breaking the tense silence between mother and son. He hadn't said a word since agreeing to come.
His little face, usually filled with warmth and curiosity, was guarded—uncertain of what was to come.
Duncan stood as soon as they entered Cammy's apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been so nervous in his life, not even during his biggest business deals.
But this wasn't business—this was his son, his family, his last chance to do something right.
Cammy guided Dylan to the couch and knelt before him. She took a deep breath, gathering her words.
Duncan sat across from them, his hands clasped tightly together as he waited.
"Dylan, sweetheart," Cammy began gently, stroking his hair. "Mommy and Daddy need to talk to you about something very important."
