Chapter 92

Nora blinked.

Arnold raised an eyebrow.

The housekeeper looked away. pretending not to hear.

For a long moment, Alex simply stood there, frozen in shock.

Then, with a dramatic huff, he stomped his foot. “This is so unfair!”

Nora sighed, pressing her fingers against her temple. “Alex, it wasn’t-”

“No! You went camping! Without! Me!” He repeated, emphasizing each word like a dramatic declaration.

Alex dragged his backpack along the floor, gripping the worn straps tightly.

With a grunt, he jumped off the couch and bolted upstairs, his small feet thudding against the wooden steps.

His frustration was palpable, radiating in the way he stomped with every step.

Nora frowned, watching him go.

She parted her lips, deliberate slowness.

y to call after him, but before she could, Arnold lowered his newspaper with

His voice was faint, almost casual.

“Alex, come back.”

There was no anger in his tone, no sharp reprimand–just a simple, quiet command.

Alex stopped immediately. His breath caught in his throat.

For a moment, he stood there, unmoving, gripping the strap of his bag so tightly his knuckles turned

white.

Then, hesitantly, he turned around and shuffled back, dragging his book bag behind him like a weight too

heavy to bear.

his eyes downcast. His voice

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with you next

branch, a child’s

softened. She reached out, brushing his tousled hair. “I’ll try, sweetheart. Next time, I promise.”

a shadow of doubt remained in his eyes. The sharp ring of the house phone cut through the quiet moment.

Lancelot was calling.

ever. Inside, the scent of polished wood

usual chair, regal despite her age. Her sharp gaze landed on Nora as soon as

“Where is Arnold?”

Nora answered simply. “He

face.

didn’t respond. There was nothing to

the subject when

Twice.

coming from her temples and

you alright?

woman asked worriedly.

Nora forced a smile, “I went camping a couple days ago, I

deal.”

words had barely left her lips when her phone buzzed. A message from

saw? Arnold

much!**

Her fingers tightened

didn’t reply. There was no

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take the news as permission to collapse. The aching in her limbs. grew heavier. The burning in

night, fever consumed

her dreams a tangled mess of past and present. Laughter

awoke, her

wooden furniture, the faint scent

feeling sluggish and weak. Arnold sat nearby, his laptop open. The glow of the screen illuminated his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his

his movements smooth, controlled. Without a word,

want to accept anything from him. And yet,

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