Chapter 65: Chapter 65

**Cassie’s POV**

I invited him for dinner, and I think that is the best decision since he will eventually lock himself inside that dark apartment.

Dax is a big guy because maybe he is part of the military, and his body is really fine and muscular. I can compare it to those pack warriors that I trained years before.

But compared to his body, his self-esteem is very low. He is more of a shy type of boy, a quiet type of guy, but he loves children, which is why he pushed hard enough to be a teacher.

Charlie once mentioned that art is a good teacher. He is playful, witty, and more of a father-like type of guy.

I pulled a chair for him so he could sit there. He thanked me, and I started to pour soup into his bowl.

"Eat well," I said to him.

"Thank you; I hope I am not bothering you. Hey, buddy," he greeted my son.

"Hello, Mr. Dax!" My son greeted me back cheerfully.

We started to eat in comfortable silence. I am so happy to see that Angel's brother is doing fine, and it looks like he is calmer than when I saw him minutes ago.

I have no power to heal someone's heart and mind. But I can say that it looks like Mr. Art is comfortable with us. He looks adorable enough for me to see him humming while eating.

When we finished our food, I gave her a plate of dessert that I had made. I bet he will love the ice cream that I made, and it did not disappoint me to see him enjoying his sweets.

Charlie and Dax watched cartoons for a while, and I let them have a great bonding experience. They also remind me of how Derek and Charlie formed their bond.

There is no way I can express my gratitude to those who treat my son better. They are a good influence, and they make Charlie less lonely.

My son is a smart guy, and I know that the pain of losing my mate, his dad, his best friend, and the love of our lives is engraved deeply in our hearts.

But he is acting tougher because he does not want me to be affected by our emotions. It is difficult. But we are slowly getting better.

"He fell asleep," he said when he came inside the kitchen. He looks at the wall clock, and it is already late.

"Should I go now?" he asked a little bit hesitatingly.

I think that if he came back there, he would have a panic attack or something bad would happen to him. No one will help him. So I decided to let him sleep in the living room with us. I am so glad that I bought thick comforters, so they can sleep over now.

I know that it is wrong to let a stranger and to top it off, a man, into my home. But I trust this guy, and I trust Angel when she says that her brother is a nice guy. I also had the instinct that he would not harm us. And if there is a worst-case scenario, I swear that I can protect myself.

"You can stay here for tonight; I would not mind. Angel also asked me if I could watch over you."

He looks a little bit disappointed. "I do not want to bother you anymore. I am so thankful for the food and for accommodating me here."

"Hey, it is totally fine. My boss can also sleep over here if necessary, and that is fine. I trust you, Mr. Dax."

He nodded. "Just Dax; call me Dax. And if you don't mind, can I ask if you and your boss..." I caught his question so fast.

"Oh, no. We are not on that kind of page. We are basically a friendlier type of friend. Besides, I don't think that I can open my heart now since I just lost my husband a few months ago."

He gave me a sympathetic smile. "I am so sorry for your loss."

I gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't sweat it; it happened months ago. It is very hard, but I have to fight back against the challenges that this life is throwing at us. I saw my husband killed in front of me. It is a miracle that we survive. We migrate here for the same damn reason; I need a better place to move on."

"That must be hard. Those murderers."

I tapped his shoulder. "It is fine. They got their punishment, but what I am pointing out here is that everyone has a skeleton in their closets, and that is an even bigger problem. But it does not mean that our feelings are invalid. Let me tell you that it is okay to be sad, down, and sometimes agonizing because of our guilt, emotions, and such. But it is okay; it is a sign and evidence that we are living. I promise that one day you will get the peace of mind that you need the most."

He breathes out, and I know that he feels much better now. "Thank you for giving me strength and courage. I have to say that just seeing you as I opened the door made me relax. There is no night that I fear something, and I can't have a proper sleep, but when I saw you, I thought I saw a light."

"Thank you for understanding me. And I just want to say that you are so brave. You are braver than me. And I hope it is fine that I can And I just want to say that you are so brave. You are braver than me. "And I hope it is fine that I cannot now share the reason why I became like this."

I reassured him. "Hey, it is totally fine. You don't need to share anything, you are not obligated to do so, okay?"

I just finished drying the plates with a thin cloth. I saw Mr. Dax sleeping peacefully on the comforter beside my son. They look cute.