Upstairs in the safe house, the kids' room was filled with toys scattered on the floor, colourful posters on the walls, and a large window that let in the soft sunlight. Elias moved slowly, helping the twins get dressed for the video.
He had one sock on Dante's foot and was fumbling with the other, his mind miles away. Viktor had left so quickly after that awkward conversation outside, dressed up like he had a date or something secret. One minute, Elias regretted ever coming to the safe house; the next, he was back to suspecting Viktor of sneaking off to meet someone else. A woman, probably... the lipstick stain still burned in his memory. Was he being paranoid? Or was there really something going on?
Dante tugged at Elias's shirt, pulling him back to the present. Elias blinked and looked down, raising a brow.
"What is it, buddy?"
Dante tilted his head, his big eyes curious. "Are you thinking about Daddy?"
