My son

Natalie's POV

Stepping out of the room, I made my way back to the living room then the dinning, where I saw the family already seated and eating. There were three other people I met there that made me wonder who they were. A small boy of around three to four years old, a guy who never raised his head even when he knew someone had joined the table, and a lady, around my age or so.

They didn't respond to me and only continued eating. I wondered if they were angry that I had come in late, so I said,

“Sorry, I'm late. I was having my bath,”

They all simultaneously snapped their heads to look at me, while I narrowed my eyes. What did I do wrong?

My husband, Leo, was staring at me intensely before he returned back to his food. Everyone followed suit without accepting my apology.

“Weird,” Angel acknowledged, and I nodded because I couldn't agree less. I cannot seem to understand this family.

Who were the three other people? In fact, I need to know everyone, one after the other. I mean,