“Sir Carter?” he said. “Do you know Mrs. Carter?”
Mark swallowed it.
– She is my wife.
The room fell completely silent.
I looked at him.
Then I looked at Stefan.
And now back to Mark.
My mind struggled to comprehend what I was seeing.
The woman entered the room.
He looked at Mark.
Then she looked at me.
And his facial expression changed.
Her eyes opened.
She whispered, "Oh my God."
He could barely hear me speak.
"Mark... what are you doing here?"
He did not answer.
Instead, she looked at Stefan.
The child sat perfectly on the chair.
He was no longer afraid.
He watched his father.
His father.
The words echoed in my head.
I turned to Stefan.
"Is that your father?"
Stefan nodded.
Yes.
My heart began to beat.
"What's it called?"
The boy seemed confused by the question.
Highlight.
I felt something in
I broke.
I turned to my husband.
"You told me that our son has died."
Mark closed his eyes.
The woman next to him was breathless.
The director looked back and forth between us.
“I’m sorry,” she said slowly. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
NO.
My voice sounded higher than expected.
"There was no misunderstanding." I pointed at Stefan.
"The boy looks just like my son."
Mark finally spoke.
“Emma…”
I hadn't heard him pronounce my name like that in years.
Not out of fear.
Not with guilt.
Desperate.
“Don’t do it,” I whispered.
He took a step towards me.
I have taken a step back.
"Don't come too close to me."
Suddenly Cole grabbed my hand.
Mother?
I looked down at him.
His face was marked by the fight.
There was a small cut above his lip.
But her gaze was fixed on Mark.
"Why is Dad here?"
