Ophelia felt a hint of a smile nudge at her lips as she watched Grayson interact with Anastasiya, but fought it down for the sake of the situation. Truthfully, though... watching him was difficult without reminiscing about the life she remembered having, the husband she remembered having before all of this had happened. In many ways, living alone was liberating and an true growing experience, but she missed being home. Not the way she had left it, but the way things had been before all of this crap had hit and Grayson had turned into someone she no longer knew.
Seeing her husband and daughter together like old times was... not easy, to say the least. But she had to push that off. Today was not the day to be thinking about how much she wanted to come running back.
Turning her eyes down to the wood floor under her feet, Ophelia listened to him carefully and forced herself to focus.
"I did think of adopting him before." Again, not a lie. "But I didn't realize it mattered to me so much until now... nor did I feel it was necessary until I became the only parent he is around much of the time." She turned her eyes back upwards and swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. "Even if we are to come home, I do think it would be helpful." And especially if they were not.
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