"Who is your Mom?" Valjerome asked again.
Slowly, Erom roamed his eyes. "She is my Mommy," he answered while pointing his finger at me.
Valjerome looked in my direction. His eyes have no emotion but you can feel the cold there. With my trembling knees, I tried to walk toward my son.
"Who is your father then?"
I stopped in my tracks. I tried my best not to fall on my feet.
"Papa Chaos," my son stated.
Valjerome laughed sarcastically, but did not speak anymore. I took the opportunity to finally approach my son. I embraced Erom tight, scared that Valjerome might do something to him.
"Mom, who is he?" my son asked with his innocent curiosity.
I tried to smile at him to hide the fear and nervousness I was feeling. "H-he is my boss," I replied.
"Jazzie."
I stiffened when he called me.
