The bond
ELIJAH’S POV
The car engine idled beneath me, its hum barely audible over the pounding in my chest.
I had been parked outside the school gates for over an hour.
No phone calls.
No meetings.
No excuses.
Just me. Waiting. Watching.
This was the first time in months I wasn’t working late, flying to another city, or locked in another boardroom trying to hold my world together with ambition and spreadsheets.
And it was the first time I had to face the quiet reality:
My kids might not even want to see me anymore.
The grand gates of the prestigious boarding school slowly creaked open, and the children began pouring out in neat, structured lines.
Polished shoes, polished futures.
Just like I thought they needed.
But now… I wasn’t sure.
Then I saw them.
Jimmy walked out fi
