Room to Grow

SERAFINA

I walked in. Dante was still at the desk, though now he was writing, his tongue slightly peeking out the side of his mouth in concentration.

Zara sat across from him, watching, not interrupting. Just… there. Present.

“Mom,” Dante said without looking up, “I’m writing now, you shouldn't interrupt my class.”

I blinked, stunned for a second and then smiled.

“I can see that.”

Zara glanced at