EIGHTY EIGHT

SLYVIA'S POV

As I got home, I ushered the kids inside, trying to shake off the tension from the park. I sat Zenith down on the couch, his face still streaked with dried tears. "Alright, buddy, let's get you cleaned up," I said softly.

"Zendaya, can you get your favorite book and read it to Zenith while I get some first aid supplies?" I asked, trying to keep her occupied and calm.

"Okay, Mommy," Zendaya replied, heading to her room to fetch the book.

I quickly went to the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet for the first aid kit. My mind was racing, replaying the events at the park, but I forced myself to focus. I grabbed the kit and headed back to the living room.

Zenith was sitting quietly, his little legs swinging off the edge of the couch. Zendaya had already started reading, her soft voice filling the room with a familiar story.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's take care of those bruises," I said as I knelt in front of Zenith. I carefully dabbed antiseptic on his knees and elbows,