Rafael's POV
I just wanted to protect all of you.
Or maybe I was protecting my pride. What I believed was right to keep what was mine.
I looked at his straight face, still fixed on the pool. How could such a tiny human be so perceptive and understand so much?
He reminded me of myself. So similar, yet so different. I used to care too much about my mother, even though the feeling wasn't mutual.
"Did she cry a lot?" I asked. My feet pressed against the ground as I pushed lightly, making the swing move back and forth.
"Yeah. She tried to hold back her sobs so no one would hear, but I heard it. She held Roey tightly while he slept. Well, Roey is always Mommy's favourite hugging target. His body is soft and plump."
"He didn't wake up?"
The tiny Kingston-mansion-police shook his head.
"He's a sleepy head. Unless thunder explodes, he won't wake easily. He once fell asleep in the bathroom while pooping."
