"Theo, what are you doing here?" Wesley asked.

"I was worried about you, so I came to check on you," Theodore said. "You two are..."

Wasn't that Yerick? Why was he being so intimate with his dad?

"Theo, this is Yerick Zeller," Wesley explained.

"I know him. He's Rose's friend."

"Is that so? You're Rose's friend?" Wesley was surprised to hear that. "I didn't even know that."

"I didn't know that at the start, either. I only knew about it when I came here. What a fate we share!" Yerick said.

"Dad, how did you two meet?" Theodore asked, his brows still furrowed.

"At the seaside. I stepped out of the car for some fresh air. This child thought I was going to take my life, so he tried to counsel me. That's how we got to know each other."

Theodore realized something. "Dad, were you referring to that day when..."

"Alright," Wesley said, cutting him off. "It was nothing. I just stepped out for some fresh air at that time, so you don't need to worry. Whatever it was, I got to know Yerry and that's great."

as though he thought

niggling feeling that there was something wrong with Yerick, but

sending Grandma off very

nodded. "Yes, I'll be

the memorial service, Rebecca's ashes

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and Sebastian

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handed the baby to Theodore. "I

she overheard a conversation that drifted

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