Naomi Kenway tilted her head slightly to look at the tablet.
Her gaze suddenly froze, filled with disbelief.
"This is... Ian's homework?"
Ethan Shaw looked over, nodding slightly. "It looks like a research report. The data is meticulous..."
He drew a sharp breath and looked at his son. He held up the tablet, letting the densely packed data reflect in Ian's eyes. "You wrote this? This is your homework?"
Ian's large, clear eyes were full of innocence. He nodded earnestly and asked with a puzzled look, "Daddy, why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?"
"Ian..." Naomi Kenway's mind was reeling. "Who told you to write this? Who assigned you this homework?"
Ian answered obediently, not leaving out a single detail. "An uncle assigned it. Every time I finish, he picks me up, praises me, and even buys me snacks."
Naomi Kenway froze. It was only then she realized how little she truly knew about her son; she had been completely oblivious to this.
