Daemon sat in his office, his gaze fixed on his phone.
He'd been sending updates of Aurora to the kid, knowing how much they missed her.
Today was her first day back at work, and though she didn't remember them, they still held on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, something would jog her memory.
The kids were away at Elite Soul Academy, isolated on their private island, but the distance didn't stop their curiosity and concern.
He glanced at the time before hitting the call button.
It was almost evening at the academy, and they were probably winding down from their lessons.
The ringing echoed in the quiet study until finally, Leonardo answered.
"Dad?" came the soft, familiar voice, it was Lysander.
There was always that slight hesitation when they spoke now, the unspoken fear of hearing something they didn't want to hear.
Daemon straightened in his chair. "Yeah, it's me. How are you doing, baby?"
