With his reply, Melody Monroe stood up. "You two sit for a bit. I'm going to go clean up the kitchen and prep for dinner."
"I'll help."
"Ian will help."
The father and son spoke in unison. Then they looked at each other, their gazes meeting as sparks flew.
Melody Monroe watched them, completely puzzled.
'Isn't the TV interesting? Isn't the phone fun? Is the sofa not soft enough? Why are they both fighting to do chores?'
In the end, the big one and the small one stood in the kitchen. The big one washed the dishes while the small one dried them, their teamwork perfectly in sync.
Melody Monroe sat alone on the sofa, feeling lonely, bored, desolate, and empty...
...
In a private room of a famous restaurant in Rockwellburg, Raymond Ford sat alone, waiting anxiously.
After a short while, the sound of footsteps came from outside, and she immediately stood up.
The door opened, and Lana Sheffield walked in, accompanied by two other women.
