“You’re up early.” I smiled at Christian and leaned against the door while he gave Siena a bottle.
“Me or her?” He laughed. She had been screaming the entire night and it was all because she wanted attention. “It’s because you spoil her too much,” I told him. “Your daughter is a drama queen.”
“Take it back,” Christian spoke, but this time it wasn’t in his usual mocking tone and he lacked an awful amount of energy. “Are you sure your dad is okay?”
The look on Christian’s face had changed and he seemed tense. “Serena, what part of he’s dying don’t you understand?” He spoke annoyed. He hadn’t spoken to me in that tone for months.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I asked you yesterday and you told me he was okay.” I sighed as I was not in the mood to argue. “I know, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean it like that.” He apologized.
“You haven’t closed an eye since yesterday, just go and sleep while I take care of her,”
