The way back up to the rooftop apartment was quiet, heavy with the kind of silence that clung like a second skin. Cammy carried Dylan's takeouts from Mrs. Moore while Ric and the nanny handled the rest of the food they had brought with them from the landlords.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the glass doors, bathing the room in a soft, golden haze.
As soon as they stepped inside, Cammy noticed Dylan rub his eyes with the back of his tiny hand, a long yawn escaping his lips.
"Are you sleepy, sweetheart?" Cammy asked, crouching down to meet his eye level, brushing back his messy hair with a tenderness that made her chest ache.
"Yes, Mommy," Dylan mumbled, his words slurring with exhaustion.
Cammy smiled warmly and kissed his forehead. "Then how about we take an afternoon nap?" she suggested, speaking in a soft, coaxing voice.
Dylan nodded but immediately grabbed the hem of her shirt with his small fingers, holding it tight.
