Seeing the distress on her face as she left, Jareth tossed the phone at her back just as he was closing the door.
Niamh stared at the phone in her hand, completely bewildered. Why would he hide it? What had she done wrong?
Back in her room, a video call came through from her children. The moment the call connected, Keir sensed something was off.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” he asked immediately. “Did that jerk boss of yours bully you again?”
The nickname made Niamh smile. The boy was always coming up with names for people. A moment ago, her mood had been foul, but now, looking at the four precious faces she had fought so hard for, all the negativity melted away. No matter how hard her life was, as long as she had them, it was all worth it.
“Mommy, I need to have a talk with him. Go get him,” Keir commanded.
Niamh shrugged. “Sorry, kiddo, we’re in different rooms. Besides, it’s late. He’s probably already asleep.”
“Mommy, what’s his room number?” Jove asked.
Without thinking, Niamh told him.
Suddenly, Aurelia burst into tears. “Waaah, Mommy, when are you coming home? I miss you so much I can’t sleep at night! Waaah!”
“Aurelia, sweetie, be good. Mommy will be home tomorrow.”
“Waaaah!” Aurelia cried even louder. “You’re not coming back until tomorrow! What am I going to do tonight if I can’t sleep?”
“Shut up!” Keir snapped before her sobs had even faded. “You little liar, when have you ever had trouble sleeping? You sleep like a log every single night.”

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