#Chapter 153: Castle

Iris I watch Miles from the wrought-iron patio table where my mother, Arthur, and I are having Saturday afternoon tea. He’s running around the lawn, giggling as he chases butterflies, his dark hair catching the sunlight. Every now and then, he squeals with delight when one lands on his outstretched finger. “He’s got so much energy,” my mother notes, sipping her tea. “Caleb was the same way at that age. Couldn’t keep still for more than five seconds.” I smile, watching as my father emerges from the greenhouse to show Miles a particularly colorful butterfly perched on a potted plant. Miles’ eyes go wide, and he listens attentively as my father explains something to him. “It’s nice to see them bonding,” I say softly. “I always wanted him to have loving grandparents.” My mother beams. “And we’ve always wanted a grandchild.” I can’t help but feel tears misting over my eyes, although I quickly blink them away. Miles is getting to experience the childhood I