CHARLES POV

Children are easier than adults.

Adults question motives. Children just listen.

That’s why I never lose with them.

The estate was quiet tonight , so quiet that even the wind seemed to respect me here.

I sat in the sunroom, the lamps throwing a gold glow across the marble floor, and watched Christian draw on a sheet of paper.

His little hands pressed the crayon too hard, breaking the tip. He frowned, and I smiled.

“Don’t worry,” I said gently. “Try again, Mistakes don’t ...