Chapter 62

• The maturity in his words struck Damien like a thunderbolt. Here was a child—no more than six—understanding the complexities of emotional landscapes, holding back questions to shield his mother from pain. It reminded Damien of his own childhood; he’d been similarly perceptive, navigating the conflicts and expectations that filled his youthful days.
• “Leo, I think you’re really wise for your age,” Damien said, kneeling to be eye-level with the boy. “It’s really caring of you, looking out for your mom like that. You must be a really good son.”
• “Thanks!” Leo replied, his grin returning. “I just want to help her be happy. She says I’m her sunshine!”