They had waited and waited, yet still no good news had arrived. Little Dorian began crying, saying he was hungry and wanted to eat. It was only then that Ella snapped out of her daze.
What was she doing? Even though Elias had been taken away, her youngest son still needed her care!
Ella took her son to the dining room for a meal. The expansive room was eerily quiet, with only Ella and Dorian seated there. Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore stood silently to the side, barely daring to breathe.
The table was laden with dishes, all of Dorian's favorites.
Dorian's spirits lifted immediately. Ella gently wiped the glistening tears from his cheeks as her little foodie enthusiastically dug in.
This wasn't so bad, she thought. At least… her youngest wouldn't be left with lingering fear.