118 Father And Son

As they rode away in the carriage, a heavy tension filled the air. The woman stole glances at her son, Marcus Junior, desperately searching for a way to connect with him. Finally, mustering the courage, she spoke, her voice filled with sincerity. "Marcus Junior, I want you to know that I love you," he said, her words carrying the weight of her emotions. "I know things have been tough, and I'm sorry for the pain you've been through." The young boy's eyes met his, and Marcus could see a flicker of vulnerability shining through. "It's just... It's hard, Dad," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and frustration. "I miss how things used to be." Marcus nodded, understanding his pain all too well. "I miss it too, son," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "But we can't change the past. What we can do is work on our future, together." A heavy silence settled between them, but this time, it felt different. It held the promise of healing, of rebuilding