After a considerable amount of time passed since the incident, Lucas and I finally had contact again.
He said he wanted to have a chat with me.
At that time, I was walking through the airport lobby with Billy.
I asked him, "What do you want to talk about? Is it about the divorce?"
Billy looked up at me.
I reached out and patted his head.
Lucas breathed in silence, and the bustling sounds of the airport passed through the phone.
"Where are you right now?"
I hung up the phone with a cold face.
The plane was about to take off, and there were more important things at hand.
Soon it would be Arthur's memorial day, and I had never taken Billy to see his biological father.
A message popped up on the screen.
I glanced at it and turned off my phone.