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Beholding Locke's face, Elissa experienced both exquisite tenderness and profound anguish mingling in her
chest. This child—beautiful, living miracle—was her son.
“Miss Holland.” Locke's lower lip protruded tically, his tone laden with childish indignation. “You
disappeared for two whole days!”
He cast an accusatory glance toward Ernest before burrowing deeper against Elissa’s chest, his voice dropping
conspiratorially. “Dad’s mean. He's useless with homework help, and he says my memorization is slower than a
snail... Humph.”
“I'm so sorry, sweetheart.” Elissa dipped her head to press her lips against Locke’s plump, velvet-soft cheek. “I
haven't been feeling my best lately.” The half-truth tasted bitter on her tongue.
“Were you sick, Miss Holland?” Concern etched tiny wrinkles between Locke's eyebrows as he studied her face
intently. “Did you take medicine? Has the doctor made you all better?”
“Yes, darling. I'm completely recovered.”
Elissa forced a reassuring smile, hoisting Locke higher in her arms as she ascended the staircase.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMother and son—though only one was aware of the sacred bond—huddled close, exchanging secrets and
giggles, Ernest's presence fading to insignificance behind them.
After helping Locke finish his homework, Elissa left his room and descended the stairs.
Just as she'd anticipated, Ernest's solitary figure occupied the living room sofa, clearly awaiting her appearance.
“Mr. Flynn.” Elissa broke the silence before he could speak. “We need to discuss several matters.”
Ernest was visibly startled at her directness, his composed facade momentarily slipping. “Of course. Please.”
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They positioned themselves on opposite chairs in an intimate drawing room, the ticking clock the only sound
between them.
“Please, make yourself comfortable, Elissa.” Ernest set a steaming cup before her and launched into his apology,
his voice laden with remorse. “I cannot express the depth of my regret. Your hatred and blare entirely
justified.”
Elissa offered no contradiction. “I would be dishonest to claim I harbor no resentment or accusations toward
you.”
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