Chapter 22

• Darius :-)
• The soft hum of the office enveloped us as I alternated between emails and stealing glances at Cyrus. He was perched on the couch, his feet swinging back and forth as he concentrated on his drawing. The pacifier bobbed slightly in his mouth as he colored, his little hums of contentment filling the room.
• I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Everything about him was pure joy. The oversized white shirt, the crayons scattered around him, and the quiet sucking on his pacifier—it was a picture of innocence.