Menu I sighed, noticing how fast he was growing up. Each day, he seemed more mature than the last.
âAlright then, Iâll see you later,â I said, giving them a small wave before stepping out of my bedroom.
Just as I was about to walk down the hall, I overheard them talking.
âWhy doesnât Mommy go to Dadâs house?â Luna asked her brother, her tone filled with curiosity.
Leoâs answer came without hesitation. âYou know theyâre not together. Our friends say the same thing.â
There was a brief silence before Luna added thoughtfully, âBut Dad talks about Mommy all the time.â
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