{Music Recommendation: Angel by the wings ~ Sia}
(Playback II)
(Warning: Trauma, triggers)
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"Rayo! Your grandma is here," a middle-aged woman with streaks of grey hair and cool black eyes stood at the entrance of the small bungalow. Her smile was infectious that anyone could literally smile along just by looking at her.
Even her body looked warm, with the weight on her arms and stomach. She looked so fluffy to be hugged. That was Victoria Montclair, Alvaro's wife.
"Where is my Rayo?" she asked, expecting her grandson to run out and hug her as he usually did.
Wilson arrived in the living room, a bright smile on his lips. "Welcome, Mum. Zyran just had his breakfast. He'll be out soon."
The woman eyed Wilson suspiciously but didn't say anything. She went to sit on the couch, her eyes scanning the entire room before she began to unpack the things she had brought.
