On the way to the airport.

Moss stared out the taxi window, his face unreadable, the city’s blur reflected in his cold eyes.

In his arms, Melon was sleeping.

“Dad, Mom…” Melon stirred, his small legs kicking, looking like he was about to wake up.

Moss glanced down at Melon.

With careful movements, he opened a bag beside him on the seat and pulled out a small pill bottle.

He then took out a pill and put it in Melon’s mouth, letting it dissolve almost instantly.

The pill quickly made Melon deep in sleep.

The driver, stealing glances at the rearview mirror, had been watching Moss and the boy since the journey began.

His eyes met Moss.

“Is that your grandson?” the driver asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.

“I haven’t seen him wake up at all.

Sleeps like a rock.”

Moss gave a slow nod, a smile flickering briefly on his lips.

“Yes, he’s not feeling well,” he said.

The stereo in the car was broken, and the silence inside the car was evident.

a long way to the

the driver was bored; he

back home, too,” the driver said, his voice softer

age

him in two

tone

haven’t you

to support my family,” the driver said

stayed fixed on the

two wives, and four kids depending on me, so I

say I’ve got much education, so this job is all

home, except for a

but Moss only

wives? Isn’t

driver let out a

a

ran off with some smooth-talking

a divorce

found out he wasn’t much more than good

Nothing like me.

back to me, wanting to fix

about to marry a widow the matchmaker introduced

when my ex showed up, begging, I

marry the widow, but the three of us made an arrangement to live

my eyes, they’re both my

hair the driver had left as his voice trailed

adjusting Melon in his

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