Not By Blood

Perturbation brimmed in Mason's doe-like eyes.

It's all my fault. I caused Mommy to be scolded.

Dabbing off the sweat on the child's head with a handkerchief, Donovan reminded the former, “Don't do it again. It's fine if you had just broken the shelf, but what if the books had hit your head?”

“I'm sorry, Daddy,” said Mason with a pout.

“You're all sweaty. Come on. I'll give you a shower.” Valerie