She glanced at Elissa for confirmation.
Elissa gave a small smile and nodded. “Indeed…”
Still, it felt odd. Her vision was fully restored now, and she wasn’t accustomed to this level of attention. “Laney, I can manage…”
Ernest’s hand suddenly settled on Elissa’s shoulder, interrupting her. “Come on, let’s get going.”
“Going where?” Elissa asked, startled.
“Where else?” Ernest said with a light laugh. “To see Locke, of course. The little guy was grumpy all night because he didn’t get to see you. I promised him you would come today. If we’re late, he’ll be sulking again.”
They were heading to see her son.
Elissa’s face brightened instantly. “Then let’s move!”
She hurried forward, her steps eager.
Ernest lingered for a second, watching her rush off. Was she that impatient? It was a clear reminder of the unbreakable bond between mother and son. He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself that Elissa could no longer escape him.
Saturday morning arrived, bringing with it a gentle quiet.
Despite the promise of a lazy weekend, Elissa rose before the sun had finished its climb. At exactly seven, her alarm chimed, echoing her weekday routine. She blinked away sleep, pushed herself out of bed, freshened up, and made her way downstairs.
Halfway down, she caught the sound of conversation drifting upward. Ernest’s voice carried from below, accompanied by Laney, who was responsible for her care.
“So, how did the night go for her?”
To keep an eye on Elissa, the bedroom had been split. Laney now slept just next door, separated only by a thin wall.
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In truth, those two rooms felt more connected than apart. Laney could hear nearly every noise coming from Elissa’s side at night.
“She didn’t stir once. Slept right through till morning,” Laney answered.
“That’s a relief,” Ernest gave a grateful nod. He then turned his attention to the housekeeper. “Did you manage to finish breakfast?”
A cheerful nod and a warm smile answered him. The housekeeper gave Laney a grateful look. “Laney filled me in on Miss Holland’s favorite foods.”
“Perfect,” A look of quiet satisfaction crossed Ernest’s face as he offered a genuine smile.
He glanced over at the staircase just as Elissa appeared, making her way down. “You’re up early,” Ernest moved past the others, coming to meet her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of discomfort. “You’re looking much healthier this morning.”
With that, he gently led her toward the dining room.
“Breakfast is ready.”
He pulled out a chair for Elissa, making sure she was comfortable before she sat.
The housekeeper soon appeared, setting out the breakfast dishes.
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