All the explanations seemed superfluous now.
The disappointment over the whole Berlin debacle had escalated to the point where they were talking about taking a break, getting some space.
Jared couldn’t care less about space.
To him, it was just an excuse—Agnes' excuse for wanting out of the relationship.
But he couldn't let her slip away without a reason, not like this. No way!
They were at a stalemate when a faint voice from the bed cut through their standoff, "Dad, Mom, I don't feel so good."
Agnes and Jared turned simultaneously.
Their son, Nocturne, had woken up.
Agnes hurriedly let go of Jared and rushed to the bedside. Gently stroking Nocturne's forehead, she asked, "What's wrong, sweetie? Tell me where it hurts."
Jared moved closer as well.
"I'm just... tired of lying here, Mom. Can we leave the hospital? I want to go eat sushi, I crave Eel with rice."
It was the first time since his hospitalization that Nocturne had expressed a wish to eat anything.
This made Agnes' heart swell with happiness.
"Of course, we can go for sushi. Let's do it now," she promised.
"Dad's coming too, right?" Nocturne looked towards Jared.
"Sure thing, buddy. I'll drive us there," Jared replied.
And so, the three of them ended up at the sushi restaurant together.
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