Apparently, today is courage day, because Glyndon murmurs, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"It's about the incident that happened when Killian was seven."

Your grip tightens around the cup. "He told you about that?"

"Yes, and he also said that you've been afraid of him since. Is that true?"

You pause, then take a long sip of your tea. "He thinks that?"

"Yeah."

"That's not true. I would never be scared of my own son. I'm just...scared of what he could do." Your gaze gets lost in the distance as your finger traces the rim of your cup. "At that moment, I realised that he's different, that he has no limits and no one can force them on him. Let's just say, I have bad memories about people like that. But that doesn't mean I'm afraid of him."

"I didn't know Kill thought that. I'll talk to him."

"Please, no matter how much he wants to pretend it doesn't affect him, don't say I told you about it."

"Don't worry. We have to stick up for each other, remember?" You smile and place your hand on hers. "Thank you, Glyn."

"For what?"

"For bringing my baby boy home and putting the light back in his eyes. He lost it years ago, and I thought I would never see it again."

She's about to say something when a male voice calls from down the hall.

"Prom queen? Where are you? You know I can't sleep without you by my side."

"Shhh, keep our talk a secret," you put a finger to your mouth. "That's my cue to go."

You slip out of the kitchen, coming face to face with your husband. His arms wrap around you almost immediately, and kisses the top of your head, staring at you like he always does.

Like he honestly can't live without you.