Chapter 7: Lost Time

When I heard Luke's request, my throat dried up. How could a four-year-old boy understand his mother's thoughts? I never asked him to tell Lucas about this. He was the one who volunteered to command his father. Perhaps he would have seen us before and had high expectations. Lucas inhaled deeply and gulped down. He, too, was probably surprised. The maids, who had heard our son speak quietly, exchanged meaningful looks. I am sure they are curious as well.

"Luke, your father is rushing to get to work. You can't simply ask—"

"Mommy, that kiss only took a few seconds!"

Luke makes a good point, but granting his wish was unnecessary. Lucas now appears dissatisfied. Well, it was not because of me. I am certain he is judging me. Perhaps he thought I was doing it, which is why he tightened his jaw.

"Luke, please stop being so stubborn—"

I was cut off as Lucas approached me. Because of the speed of the events, I had no idea what this quick kiss on my lips had done. My mouth stayed open. Luca