Aurelia served Arnold a piece of clam baked with vermicelli, "This is your favorite, honey. What do you think? You taught me how to make this."
Arnold smiled, "Everything you make is delicious."
Their son, William, dutifully handed him a piece of chicken wing, "Daddy, I want to sleep with you tonight."
"Okay." Arnold nodded, his face full of indulgence.
After dinner, Aurelia and Arnold went for a walk in the rooftop garden.
The moon was high in the sky, a perfect orb of light.
Aurelia looked up at the moon, a faint smile playing on her lips, as inscrutable as the night sky.
"Today the moon is so beautiful."
Arnold watched her intently, thinking that even the moon's beauty couldn't compare to hers.
"I think my mother is fine now, and I'll soon discuss with Lisa about..." Before he could finish, she cut him off. She knew what he was going to say.
"Arnold, these past three years in Goldstone have been so happy and fulfilling. I'm grateful to have had you by my side. Thank you."
Arnold felt a pang of anxiety.
"Aurelia..."
She tried to smile, to ease the tension, but her smile faded before it fully formed, as though swept away by the chilly breeze.
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