It’s so cold.

Even wrapped up in blankets and knowing your Papa is right there in his office, you feel so alone in here. Your playroom feels gray and alone without him. So you hold a stuffed bear tight to your chest, and you cry.

The paperwork is done, and finally, Neuvillete thinks, he can spend time with his baby. You’ve been little all day, after all. So he signs the last document, gets up, and leaves his office.

When he gets to your room, though, he pauses—you’re crying. You’re sad. He rushes to your side and gathers you into his arms.

“Dearest, what’s wrong?”