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BEATRICE:

“This is not a dream,” I whispered and brushed the side of Grayson's cheeks. I wished they were. I wished this would not bring any trauma and would still allow me to sleep peacefully at night beside my son. “When you wake up, your Dad is still here.” With us.

The question was, until when? How long will he be with us?

Grayson pinched both of my cheeks.

“I believe you, Mommy. Good night, Mommy. Good night, Daddy,” he said and closed his eyes leaving me and Drake.

A couple of minutes and Grayson was already snoring.

Glancing at my side, Drake was staring at the ceiling, wide awake, without any idea what he was thinking at all.

Did he like staying here with us?

Of course he did. Remember how he rushed here just to save you and Grayson from danger even at this hour? That’s how important we are to him. Don't you think it's high time to give him the benefit of the doubt, Beatrice?

It's not that easy.

“Do you want me to turn off the light?” Drake asked all of a sudden, when