Casper brought Brock to see her.
It had been ages since Eliza and her son had seen each other, and Brock clung to her, chatting non-stop.
Eliza hugged him tightly; she missed him so much and felt a mountain of guilt. He needed love and care the most at this age, but she had been so caught up in her own troubles that she couldn’t give him the attention he deserved.
“Sweetheart, have you been comfortable staying at Grandma Audrey’s?” Her voice was gentle, filled with warm concern.
The little guy nodded. “Grandma Audrey is really nice to me, and so are Mr. Casper and Aunt Claire.”
Mr. Casper? Casper hadn’t told Brock he was his father? Did he not want to acknowledge Brock?
“Did Mr. Casper... say he’s helping to find your dad?” Eliza was eager to know what they had talked about.
Brock’s big, beautiful eyes turned thoughtful. “Mr. Casper said he’s already found my dad, but dad is... busy... Mom, what does my dad look like? Why doesn’t he want us? Is it because I’m not good enough?”
“No, of course not.” She felt the self-blame in his voice and hugged him tighter, her heart aching. “Dad left because of some issues between mom and dad. Dad definitely loves you, Brock.”
“But...” Brock tilted his head, puzzled. “...if dad loves me, he would definitely come to see me. Why hasn’t he come to see me even once?”
Eliza was at a loss for words. “Dad is... very busy.”
“Then he must not love me.” Brock looked hurt, propping up his small face, his eyes dimming. After a moment of silence, he looked up at Eliza. “Mom, maybe you could find me a new dad.”
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