Stella smiled, her gaze softening as she looked at her son. "We're just going to get some air," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. She patted Theo's shoulder, a silent reassurance.

Theo leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. "And me?" he asked, a hint of playful jealousy in his tone.

Stella's response was firm but gentle. "You stay here with them," she said, her eyes conveying a silent message of trust and affection.

The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the enclosed warmth ...