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.

Nora, he kept his eyes

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me with you next

was an olive branch, a

reached out, brushing his tousled hair. “I’ll try, sweetheart. Next

nodded slightly, though a shadow of doubt remained in his eyes. The sharp ring of the house

was calling.

ever. Inside, the scent of polished wood and aged books

despite her age. Her sharp gaze landed on

“Where is Arnold?”

Nora answered simply. “He

old woman’s face. “Work,” she echoed,

didn’t respond. There was nothing to say.

was about to change the subject when she sneezed.

Twice.

pain coming from her temples and a

you alright? m

woman asked

“I went camping a couple days ago, I might be a little cold, no big

deal.”

lips when her

the mall, and guess what I saw? Arnold and Linda were having

much!**

tightened around the phone, her

didn’t reply. There was no need to.

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already exhausted, seemed to take the news as permission to collapse. The aching in her limbs. grew heavier. The burning in her throat sharpened. An unbearable fatigue

fever

in and out of consciousness, her dreams a tangled mess of past and present. Laughter

awoke, her surroundings were unfamiliar.

dark wooden furniture, the faint

slightly, feeling sluggish and weak. Arnold sat nearby, his laptop open. The glow of the screen illuminated

her stir, he shut the laptop and stood, his movements smooth, controlled. Without

him. And yet, her

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