Liliana and Logan spent the afternoon playing upstairs. She had given him a set of building blocks to keep him busy, and as she sat on the bed watching him play intently, she propped her chin on her hand and asked curiously, "Logan, why did you stop calling Linton 'Uncle Linton'?"
She'd noticed it from the start and couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. Logan, still focused on his blocks, replied in his innocent, matter-of-fact little voice, "Grandma said Uncle Linton and Mommy aren't brother and sister anymore. Besides... he looks older than you, Sister Liliana, so I should call him 'Uncle.'"
Liliana couldn't help but burst out laughing. It was true that Linton was older than her, and his cool, proud demeanor made him seem even more mature. She, on the other hand, had a youthful face and a playful personality. When they used to go out together, people often mistook them for siblings. Linton would get moody about it, hating when people called him old.
Her thoughts drifted back to the past, memories of him bubbling up like mushrooms after a rain, impossible to stop. The smile on her face froze. Realizing where her mind had gone, she slowly lowered her gaze, the curve of her lips flattening into a calm, neutral line. *Forget it. Don't think about it. It's all in the past.*
Mrs. Grayson stayed with Logan until six in the evening. Cradling the sleeping boy in her arms, she smiled elegantly at the door. "Mrs. Hart, Liliana, please don't trouble yourselves to see me out. It's getting late. I'll take Logan home now, and we'll visit again when we have the chance."
Mrs. Hart smiled and handed her a bag of snacks. "Mrs. Grayson, please take these for Logan. Just a small token from me." Mrs. accepted with a gracious thank you and turned to leave. Just as she opened the door, she found Gabriel Hart standing there, tall and imposing. He was holding his keys, apparently about to unlock the door, and his usually composed, handsome face wore a rare look of urgency.


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