Edward and Seraphina watched silently as Tyson took his leave, his steps dragging and shoulders hunched. They didn't dare to stop him. They knew he was in pain, but there was nothing they could do.
He needed time—time to process everything, to regulate his emotions, and to think clearly. What they had told him wasn't simple; it was life-altering and would change his entire life and the people around him. Yet, no matter how much they wanted to, neither could make this decision for him.
"Dad… do you think we did the right thing by telling him?" Seraphina murmured, her eyes still tracking Tyson as he walked away.
"I don't know… and I'm not even sure what will happen next." His gaze darkened. "I wish Edmund was here. That bastard would've figured out a way through all of this."
Seraphina smiled with sadness. She understood what he meant.
