Cross the Line, Cross Them Out
Not dwelling on it, I followed them inside.
During dinner, everything was quite normal. I showed Simon the apology video, and he relaxed, throwing himself into my arms.
I held his head, comforting him, and he finally smiled.
After dinner, not long after we'd set our utensils down, Imogen suddenly seemed distracted and said she needed to make a phone call.
Her evasive look aroused my suspicion, and I quietly followed her to the exit, keeping my distance, barely able to make out a few words.
"Gift... apologize... my fault..."