Chapter 65 : Moments of Stillness

KNOX’S POV

Dylan beamed at that, clearly satisfied with my answer. He lay back down, snuggling into his blanket with a yawn, his eyes fluttering as sleep began to claim him.

For a moment, I just watched him, grateful for the simplicity in his world. A world where everything was black and white, where people like Melissa could fix anything and make the world right again. I envied him, in a way. Things were so much more complicated from where I stood.

The room grew quiet again, the only sound the rhythmic breathing of the two boys. I stood from the rocking chair, careful not to make too much noise as I crept towards the door.

But before I could leave, Dylan's voice stopped me again, small and soft. "Uncle Knox?"

I turned back. "Yeah, buddy?"

"You’re not scared, right?" His voice was heavy with sleep but still laced with concern. "If Mom’s helping Michael, then he’s going to be okay. So you don’t have to be scared anymore."

I felt something tighten in my chest. I hadn’t expected him to n