Faith’s POV

As my mind drifted between the past and the present, my cellphone suddenly rang. it was Stella. I quickly answered.

“Hello, Stella?”

She hadn't even spoken yet when I heard the soft sobs of a child crying on the other line.

“Ate...” Stella's voice was trembling. “Jairee... has a fever. I already gave him medicine, but he's looking for you.”

This was the first time I'd been out this late, and Jairee… my three-year-old son, was looking for my embrace.

“Okay, ...