Hours later, Thalassa lay in her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, unable to sleep. After dinner, Kris had continued playing with Alex until their son grew tired. Betty had taken over, putting Alex to bed and showing Kris his room. The evening had passed in a strange haze, leaving Thalassa feeling like a stranger in the house she'd lived in for years. She hadn't spent much time with Alex since she arrived because interrupting his time with Kris always felt like a crime. Maybe that’s why she couldn't sleep. She needed to spend some time with her son, even if he was asleep now. With a sigh, she slipped out of bed, heading toward Alex’s room. Quietly, she opened the door and stepped inside, only to come to a stop. There, beside the small toddler bed, was Kris. He was crouched low, his hand gently resting on Alex’s blanket as their son slept peacefully. Kris turned at the sound of the door, his eyes meeting hers. "I’m sorry," Thalassa whispered, her voice barely audible. "I di
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