Lunar Heights Estate

Rosita stepped in from outside.

Irwin was curled up on the sofa, flipping through a picture book. At the sound of footsteps, he looked up and, spotting Rosita, immediately tossed the book aside.

"Mom!" he called out.

He dashed over and threw his arms around her waist, tilting his chin up to meet her gaze. "Where did you go, Mom?"

Rosita ruffled his hair. "I just had some errands to run. How are you feeling today?"

"My throat doesn't hurt anymore," Irwin answered, lips pursed in a slight pout. "Mom, I want some candy, but Nana said I can't have any."

"It's not just Nana saying no—it's because you can't have sweets right now."

She took his hand and led him back to the sofa, settling beside him. "Think about it, sweetie. When you lived with Mom Bryn, did she ever let you eat snacks?"

Irwin paused to think, then answered honestly, "Mom Bryn almost never did, but if I was really good, she'd sometimes give me a treat. Usually those milk candies- the chewy kind!"

other

but only very

me have a lot of store- bought snacks, she'd bake all sorts of yummy breads and cookies herself. Oh! And she made the best cream

passed through Rosita's

always talking about Briony, and whenever he mentioned her, it was a never-ending

just a glorified babysitter-how had she managed to win Irwin's affection

Mom Bryn is

then quickly shook his head. "No, Mom, please don't be upset. I don't think that—I just... Mom Bryn's food is really tasty, that's all! She's good at baking, but

your tummy. But because she was so careful, it's become a bit

it. It sort

me have sweets before,

like that," Rosita replied, patting his

blame Mom Bryn. After all, you're not her biological child, and looking after you was a

Mom Bryn probably didn't want your dad to blame her, so she just didn't let you have anything risky. That way, you wouldn't get sick, and she'd look like the perfect

listened, wide-eyed

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