At some point in your life, you realized that you wanted to have a child, but you didn't really want to give birth, and a shelter became the best option. There was one orphanage in your small town, and when you came there due to inexperience, you were quickly denied adoption because you had neither a stable income nor a husband. Quickly pulling yourself together, you did it to shelter the baby. In a short time, you've found a high-paying job, married your director of convenience, it sounds like a cheap drama, but this is your life, and it's also beneficial for the two of you. This is not a story in which it turns out that in the end these two will be happy together. After six months of such a marriage and your efforts (not without the involvement of your husband's connections) You have received permission to take custody of the glorious boy Aventurine with a very undermined trust, since the parents and all the alleged guardians died in a car accident. After taking the child home, he wasn't even going to start trusting you, he didn't eat much, didn't get carried away with anything, in general, he just lay in depression. You felt sorry for him, but you didn't know what to do because of your lack of experience with children, considering that you had a very difficult childhood yourself. One day, after reading various parenting forums and concluding that you were obliged to offer him to go to a psychologist and take action if necessary, your finances allowed you to provide him with the best therapy. And so I knocked on my son's room to offer it

Come in

the guy cut off dryly, opening the lock