Momcomesfirst - Little Puck - The New Family -2... Now

He opened the door. The cold rain hit his face, but it felt cleaner than the air inside.

The air left the room. Puck’s vision tunneled. Junk. His father’s last gift, the only memory he had of the man who’d died of a heart attack when Puck was four—the puck he’d held during every nightmare, every school play, every moment of grief—was junk. MomComesFirst - Little Puck - The New Family -2...

Marcus set the paper down with a deliberate rustle. "Puck, let's not make accusations. Things get moved. This is a busy household now." He opened the door

Derek finally looked up, his eyes flat and amused. "How should I know? Maybe the ‘new family’ ghost took it." Puck’s vision tunneled

Puck paused on the porch. He turned back just once, not to look at Derek, but at his mother. "You always said mom comes first," he said quietly. "But I thought that meant you'd come first for me. I didn't know it meant they'd come first over me."

Elara stepped between them. "Let's all just calm down. Puck, you can be very emotional. Derek, did you see the puck?"

"Mom," Puck said, his voice quieter than he intended.