Elisha
“Where’s Didion mommy?” I heard Gideon ask me while I was slicing watermelon for our snack. We just had our breakfast with Yelena and her mama Melba, but Gideon wanted his fruit snacks. It had already been a week since I stayed with Owens, and we were currently at their mansion in New York.
I smiled at Gideon. “Mommy is outside, preparing for the party tonight,” I answered the little boy.
Sam had been out since early morning to prepare for the party she once said she was not interested in joining. She wanted to bring me with her, but I told her I had already made some prior plans with Sophie, plus obviously, I didn’t want to see Kyle.
“Otay,” Gideon nodded as he continued coloring the paper I gave him.
I went back to my slicing business. Sam and Gideon would be leaving this a
