When Sylvia joked about being an evil stepmother, Damon let out a soft chuckle. He could not even picture it.
The Sylvia he remembered had always been quiet, reserved, and buried in a book. Now the book was gone, and she was studying the world instead.
He had not seen it while he was away for three whole years, but she had truly changed. She did not even seem bothered by Ranar's unusual presence in his arms.
Damon tilted his head slightly and asked a question he immediately regretted.
"Hey… you have not fallen out of love with me, right?"
Sylvia blinked, caught off guard. Then a small smile curved her lips as she turned to face him.
"As surely as the sun will rise. Why would you think otherwise?"
Damon looked away, suddenly awkward.
"No, no, I just—"
"I will have you know I am no longer a child. I grew up while you were gone," she said, puffing her cheeks in a pout that only made her look more adorable.
