Both Sonny and Colby turned their heads to look at Kyson, their expressions sour.
âItâs none of your concern whether we sleep or not.
â
They said it simultaneously.
Turning his attention to the challenging boy, Sonny suppressed his anger and remained silent.
Colby snorted and confronted Kyson, âWhat are you and Uncle Sonny doing with Daddy and Mommy? Why did you keep me and Destinee in the lab? Did they want to have some fun alone, so they sent us away?â
Sonny felt like he was about to explode with frustration.
Why wouldnât Colby listen to him?
He glared at the boy, at a loss for words momentarily.
After a night of debate, Sonny realized that Colbyâs arguments were surprisingly more rational and compelling than his own.
Sonny felt utterly defeated.
Destinee wriggled twice in Kysonâs arms, signaling him to place her on her brotherâs bed.
Understanding her wish, Kyson approached the bed, removed her shoes, and gently set her down.
As soon as she was on the bed, Destinee lunged at Colby, embraced him tightly, and wept.
âColby, I just had a nightmare! I dreamt that Mommy got hurt and left us behindâ¦â
She shared the details of her troubling dream with Colby.
As Colby listened, his complexion grew increasingly pale.
Clutching his chest in distress, he said, âI⦠I also had the same dream, just half an hour into my sleepâ¦â
Sonny and Kyson exchanged glances, both stunned.
The children and their mother were the nearest kin.
Might their dreams indeed⦠come to pass?
Had something actually happened to Lucinda?
The two men stood by, their expressions grave.
Colby struggled to breathe, his face turning even paler.
Seeing his condition, Kyson promptly called Aldric.
Meanwhile, Sonny attempted to soothe Colby.
Destinee was eager to assist but felt unsure of how to contribute, so she resorted to anxiously tapping her feet.
With it being late, the labâs researchers were off duty.
Aldric, likely at home and possibly with his phone on silent, did not respond despite Kysonâs persistent calls.