"My darling," Angel said warmly, her voice brightening as she reached out toward Mason's ears, gently brushing back the soft strands of hair. The tenderness in her tone was unmistakable, a comforting balm after the long day they had both endured.
Mason gazed at his mother, his eyes shining with curiosity and a hint of concern, silently communicating that he knew there was more to her late return home than she was letting on.
Angel could read the emotions flickering across his face—she saw the questions forming before he even opened his mouth, and she knew she would have to offer an explanation.
Without a word, she stepped towards him, closing the distance with a gentle, reassuring kiss on his forehead. She then took a step back, searching his eyes for understanding before speaking in a voice as soft as a lullaby.
