KIERAN
"Hello, little man," I said softly to the boy standing beside Edwina.
His gaze flitted between me and Edwina before he finally turned to his mother.
"Mummy. Did Daddy make you cry again?" he asked, his little hand reaching out to hold Edwina's hands.
At the contact, Edwina burst into tears. She took the kid in her arms and hugged him tightly, her body trembling with the weight of the tears gushing out of her.
"Oh, my darling. Thank you. Thank goodness. I was so scared you'll never speak again," she blabbed as she rocked the boy over and over.
I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.
I had flew all the way from the United Kingdom to New York with the intention of working it all out with Edwina once and for all.
What I had not planned to meet was her fragile state of mind. From the moment she opened the door, I knew something was wrong.