After guiding the child through another bout of sleepwalking and tucking him back into bed, it was already around three in the morning—almost exactly the same time as the night before.
Mila Sutherland made a mental note of the time, then dozed for a couple more hours.
The next day, Mila came downstairs with a touch of anxiety fluttering in her chest. Thankfully, Forrest Whitmore greeted her just as warmly as always, his face betraying no hint of anything unusual.
Only then did Mila allow herself to relax a little.
At breakfast, though, Forrest brought up the topic of the share transfer again—but this time, there was a subtle shift in his tone.
“Whenever you’ve made up your mind, just let me know. I’ll be here, ready to sign the papers.”
Mila forced a polite smile and let the conversation drop.
She’d always known what she could accept and what she couldn’t. In her mind, there was a clear line.
…
The whole morning, Mila was absorbed in sketching out new design drafts.
Julian Pembroke sat quietly beside her, working on his own drawings. Autism might have closed one door for him, but it had opened another; he had a remarkable talent for art and could lose himself in it for hours.
The only thing was—his drawings were…hard to describe.
Very abstract.
But Mila stuck to encouraging him regardless. With a bit of recognition, children always seemed happier.
He was still so young; there was plenty of time for him to grow and find his way.
She had talked to friends in psychology about Julian’s situation. It was complicated: as a little boy, he’d witnessed a murder—the victims were his own parents. The lack of care, encouragement, and proper guidance afterward had led him down this path.
The good news was, he still had people he trusted. There was hope—still possibilities for change.
They played together for a while.
After lunch, Mila took Julian, with Howard accompanying them, to Sunnybrook Elementary.
Given Julian’s current state, there was no way he could attend school; Mila was there to arrange a leave of absence.
When they arrived, the parking lot was packed and lively.
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