Victoria watched with half-shut eyes as her three-year-old son bounced on the couch on the other side of the living room. She was slumped in their armchair, her elbow propped on the armrest and her head resting in the palm of her hand. As the time was heading for eleven o’clock, she was having a hard time trying to keep herself awake.
She opened her mouth wide in another massive yawn, but Ryan didn’t seem to notice. N fact, she wasn’t too sure if he knew she was sitting in the same room as him.
This had never happened to before. After dinner, every night, Ryan would play quietly in the play room while Victoria cleaned up from dinner. She only allowed him to play with certain toys, calming things. She wanted him to begin winding down for the night.
Then, once she was done cleaning, she would begin…
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