“Grandpa, whatever decision Jeff must have made, it’s his to make. You need to rest, stop bothering yourself over it,” Fred said gently, rising to walk him inside. “Would you like some cold tea? The night’s drawing in, and it might help calm your nerves.”
Grandpa Lu chuckled, shaking his head. “Days like this, I hate that you’re so loyal to my grandson. I knew you wouldn’t spill anything, but I had to try.” He patted Fred’s shoulder softly. “Still, I’m grateful you’re in his corner. I’ve never regretted taking you in after that night.”
“Thank you, Grandpa,” Fred said quietly.
“I’ll be on my way then. I know you hate being disturbed late.”
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Angelie sat at a modest wooden table in an open restaurant. The place was already buzzing even though it was still early. The aroma of hot beverages danced through the air, mostly from fresh Nestlé tea. She watched a woman trying to coax her sleepy son into finishing his drink. They looked like they were late for something.
Luca
