Sweet Subterfuge

Kevan locked up and saw the deep blue ceiling. It was covered in star–shaped lights. A sparkling silver galaxy surrounded the lights. Gold dust shimmered around it.

“These were all painted by Mommy! Godma told me that whenever Mommy had time, she would come here to paint stars for me, even when she was really busy!” Aster boasted proudly.

A scene of a slender and delicate woman standing alone on a ladder appeared in Kevan’s mind.

She held a palette in one hand and a brush in the other. She was focused on painting the ceiling. How did she feel at that time? Probably happy. Just like how he felt right now, looking at her masterpiece.”

However, compared to her, he also felt a hint of irexplicable bittemess.

“Does Mommy like. I mean, the stars in the sky? Kevan struggled to speak, His voice was hushed and hoarse.

a lot. He couldn’t think of any other reasons she would name her son “Aster” and put so much effort into decorating

for some time.

she name you

confidence as he replied, “Well that’s because I was the only light in Mommy’s darkest times! Just like the stars that only appear at night

his godmother. He didn’t fully understand the meaning. Still he

and “darkest

Larissa must have experienced when she left her home after going through such a diflicult time. She even gave birth to

hearing all this. What il … what if she hadn’t become pregnant with Aster?

he would ever see

beat just by the thought of it. He hurriedly took big strides forward, embracing Aster