Dianne’s POV
I watched as my son pinched the woman beside him, and his face broke out into a bright smile as she squirmed and retreated from his side. But instead of allowing her to move further away from him on the couch, he only pulled her closer. He maintained a respectful distance and kept them close together simultaneously.
“He seems to be enjoying her company,” my husband said from beside me, and I nodded in agreement. “It’s good to see him happy again, no?”
“Yes,” I looked up from Ebonie’s face to turn to my husband as we both stood behind the thick curtain that divided the main area of the parlor and the rest of the hallway that led to the kitchen. “Do you think what we’re doing is best?”
He shook his head, his expression showing my exact feelings. “I don’t know of anything anymore. At first, I thought I would never see our son smile like that again, and yet here he is.”
