Vincent POV
The evening air was cool as I pulled into the small parking lot of the cub school. The day had been long, but the thought of seeing Myra kept me focused. I had made it a point to collect her myself tonight, wanting to ensure she felt safe after a stressful day at school.
As I stepped out of the car and approached the gate, I noticed her immediately. Myra stood near the entrance, shoulders slumped and small hands clenched. Her face was streaked with red, and her eyes were swollen from crying. The sight tightened my chest. I had seen her upset before, but never like this.
“Myra,” I said softly, crouching slightly so she could meet my gaze.
The moment our eyes met, she crumpled. Her small body shook, and tears spilled freely as she buried her face against my chest. “They… they
