In a child’s bedroom, a family of three lay on the bed. Ellie hy between the two and listened to Andrea telling her a bedtime story.
As if recalling something, she raised her head and looked a Andrea in front of her. “Mom, why didn’t the person on the other end of the line today let me call you Mom? Who is he?”
Andrea paused and glanced at Quinton before touching Ellie’s head. “That person is a child I raised before. If he hadn’t done a bad thing, you could think of him as a brother.
However, he did something bad, so I don’t like him anymore. You don’t have to think of him as a brother either.” Ellie was young and did not understand these things. She soon fell asleep in a daze.
Quinton patted Andrea’s head. “Rest early. Good night.”
