(Amelia)
I looked at Nathaniel, wondering whether he was serious about having dinner alone. We'd eaten together countless times since Ethan and I moved into the estate, but this invitation was different. He was asking me to spend the evening with him as his wife, not simply as Ethan's mother. I found myself wanting to say yes.
"I'd like that," I whispered. "But Ethan might want me to help him with something else before bed." I glanced toward our son. "Can we eat around eight?"
"Eight is perfect," Nathaniel answered. "I'll ask the cook to prepare something special." He smiled at me. "And I promise not to make you dress up."
I laughed before turning my attention back to Ethan. He wanted to show me every dinosaur picture individually, explaining which ones ate meat and which preferred pla
