Dawn
"My dear boy!" Theresa exclaimed, sweeping in and catching Dawn in a tight hug.
Dawn hugged his mother back just as tightly, leaning over and putting his nose into her hair. The smell of her comforted him. Her warm cinnamon scent reminded him of days spent eating cookies and playing on swings. Reminded him of why he left in the first place. What he had promised to protect.
"I've missed you so much, Malcolm." She pulled back and narrowed her gaze on him, then pointed a finger at him warningly. "Don't you dare leave me like that again."
Dawn chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it, Mom."
“By the way, about your… siblings and your REAL mom.”
“I never visit them, Mom.” He tried to avoid the conversations about them.
Theresa's long brown hair cascaded effortlessly down her back. She appear
