I thought Aaron already forgot about his father. He went back to his usual self the next day. He became livelier again and I was so happy but at the back of my mind, I still couldn't help but to get worried.
“Mommy,” he whispered before bed, looking up at me with an expression that tugged at my heart.
“Yes, honey?” I asked as I caressed his smooth hair.
“Are you sure… he’s really gone? What was he like?”
My smile went frozen and didn't know what to say all of a sudden. He's pertaining to his dad. Here I thought he already forgot about it but he's asking about him again.
I forced a smile, tucking him into bed. “It’s… complicated, honey. Just… don’t think about it.”
“But…” He was about to say something but he was too sleepy to utter a word already. And seconds later, Aaron fell into a deep slumber.
That night, as I lay in the darkness, I couldn’t take it anymore. My love for my son was stronger than my pride. It was time to do something I had never wanted to do.
I reached for my phone, scrolling through old contacts until I found the number I’d once deleted, only to restore at the last moment. Alpha Damon. I hesitated, my fingers trembling over the screen.