Night fell swiftly, painting the sky in an inky blackness, peppered with the twinkling of distant stars.
I went to Elenaâs room and tucked her in bed.
Restlessness had taken hold of her, and she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Her Lips drooped, revealing her distress.
Reading her favorite bedtime story to her seemed useless.
My daughter never acted like this.
This kind of behavior was unusual for her.
My brows twisted with concern as I gently asked, âElena, whatâs wrong?
Is something bothering you?â
In response, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Her voice trembled when she answered me.
âMommy, will we have to Leave Thorn Edge Pack in the end?â
Her question struck me like a thunderbolt, leaving me momentarily speechless.
Why was she suddenly asking me this?
Before I could muster a response, Elena clutched my clothes, fingers twisting into the fabric.
She implored, âMommy, I love this place!
Daddy, Grandpa, Grandma and Betty are all nice to me.
Canât we stay here?â
Her expression was cautious, and her voice trembled with emotion as she sobbed.
I was taken aback, my mind going blank, leaving me momentarily speechless.
My smart daughter had guessed that I wanted to take her away from Thorn
Edge Pack.
Striving to maintain composure, I inquired gently, âElena, why do you think weâll leave? Has someone spoken to you about it?â
Elenaâs head shook slowly, a melancholic mood enveloping her.
The sparkle in her eyes faded.
âDaddy lied.
That piece of paper wasnât a love letter.
After I found that piece of paper in my room, I secretly searched for it online.
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She trailed off, her gaze cast downwards, summoning the courage to continue, âI think itâs some kind of contract, signed by both you and
Daddy.
â
Stunned, I had no idea what to say to her.
I couldnât keep secrets from her anymore.
Trying to deceive her again would only cause more harm.
Elena was too perceptive.
Children at her tender age were far more sensitive and vulnerable than we often gave them credit for.
Finally, breaking the heavy silence, I said earnestly, âElena, I wonât deny it.
That paper is indeed a contract, signed by your father and me.
However, it doesnât necessarily mean weâre planning to Leave the Thorn