After returning home, Ella sent the contents of the letter she had photographed to Eric.
Eric glanced at it briefly, his heart skipping a beat. The style… it was eerily similar to the note received when Grandma Davis passed away. That could only mean one thing—perhaps the same person was behind both notes.
"Honey, don't hide it from me. Have you received similar notes before?" Ella asked softly.
The two little buns were on the floor, nearly drifting off to sleep. After crawling around for a while, they had grown tired and were now lazily sprawled there, their eyelids struggling to stay open.
Their adorable state warmed Eric's heart. He crouched down, picked up little Dorian, and gently patted his back, while Elias had already dozed off on his own.
