Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

BIANCA

The three children sat in their corner of the playground, surrounded by books and dinosaurs, entirely unconcerned with the running and shouting happening around them. The girl had opened one of her books and was reading something aloud–I could tell from the way Theo was listening, head slightly tilted, the posture of someone taking in information. The boy had his book open on the ground in front of all three of them, something with photographs, something they could all look at together.

Theo laughed.

It was quiet from here—I couldn’t hear it through the windows and the distance–but I could see it. The way his shoulders moved, the

changed, the brief flash of that grin that was almost his old grin.

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certainty of someone who’d been working on is important.”

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other five minutes. Watched Theo s gerated delight that made Theo d thing and trying not to show it

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em walked back toward the building

d decided they belonged together.

ing specific, just a general glance backward at

where we were parked.

this distance, with the shadow of the trees.

hed back and followed his friends through the door

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Not the self from before–that self was gone, changed by loss the way everyone was changed by loss. But he looked like himself now. Like the person he was becoming from the materials of what he’d experienced and what he’d survived.

He had his father’s jaw. He had my eyes.

The door closed behind him.

I sat in the car and breathed.

“Bianca,” Lucian said quietly.

“I’m alright.” My voice came out steadier than I’d expected. “I’m alright.”

He didn’t question it or offer reassurance I hadn’t asked for. Just held my hand and let me be whatever I was.

“He has good friends,” Louis said from the back seat, in the tone of someone delivering a considered verdict. “The girl with two books is very good at.being a friend. You can tell. She sat right next to him without asking if it was okay, which means she already knew it was okay, which means they’ve been friends long enough that she knows where she belongs.”

I turned to look at Louis, at this five–year–old who had been processing friendship and belonging and what it meant to find your place for months through the lens of his own experience.

“You’re right,” I said. “She’s a good friend.”

“He’ll be okay,” Louis said, with the simple certainty he’d been developing the certainty of someone who’d come from a very dark place and could recognize the signs of someone else making the same journey. “He’s still sad but he’s okay. Those are different things.”

“Yes,” I said. “They are.”

Louis picked up his Ankylosaurus and looked at it. “When we’re done doing the important thing–the one you and Dad and Klaus are doing–can I meet him?”

The question landed in the space between me and Lucian with all the weight and delicacy it deserved.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I don’t know how that would work or whether it would be possible. But Louis–I hope so. Yes. I hope so.”

Louis nodded, apparently satisfied with honesty over false reassurance. He returned the Ankylosaurus to patrol formation. “He could sit in our corner,” he said. “We have room.”

I turned back to face the empty playground.

“We should go,” Lucian said. Not rushing me. Offering.

“Yes.” I released his hand and straightened in my seat. “Klaus will have updates by now.”

“He will.” Lucian started the car. “Bianca-”

“I know.” I looked at the school one more time as we pulled away from the curb. “I know what I came here for. I know what I saw.” I paused. “He’s okay. He’s going to be okay. And whatever happens at the assembly–whatever I decide change what I saw just now. He has what he needs to survive this.”

“He does,” Lucian agreed.

“That doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have more,” I said. “But it means he’ll survive while we figure out what more looks like ”

We drove away from Greenbrook Primary in the direction of the sate house.

I looked out the window at Silver Moon territory passing around as we drove back to the satehouse

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