Layson Norman walked over to Ralph’s bed, giving his head a gentle pat. His face remained as expressionless as ever, but Ralph knew his father wasn’t angry. Layson tucked Ralph in, about to leave the room, but just as he reached for the door, he heard Ralph’s voice.
"Go get Mom back."
Ralph said this without looking up, pulling the blanket over his head. Layson paused, his hand hovering over the door handle. He let out a small sigh, his lips curving into a wry smile before softly closing the door behind him.
Layson had thought about this very request. After entering his study, he sank into the chair, lost in thought. He knew exactly what he felt for Adela now, but this time, he wasn’t sure if he could make it happen. Reaching into his desk drawer, he pulled out a sketch. It was somethin
