When Lily and Danish stepped out of the room together, the hallway felt strangely quiet. Too quiet.
Lily looked left, then right.
Empty.
Her brows pulled together. She walked a few steps forward, expecting to see David leaning somewhere or talking on the phone. But there was no sign of him.
Her chest tightened a little.
Where did he go? Did he leave? He wouldn’t just walk away like that… right?
She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her thoughts from running too wild. She didn’t want to worry Danish, not after everything he just cried about.
But before she could say anything, Danish suddenly let go of her hand and rushed down the hallway.
“Dad!” he called out as he peeked into the kitchen.
Silence.
He ran into the living room. “Dad!”
No reply.
He checked near the front door, even looked behind the sofa as if his father might be hiding there.
Lily watched him with a heavy heart. Her son’s small voice echoed through the house, soft at first, then shaky. Every empty room made his little face fall even more.
After a few minutes, he came back slowly, dragging his steps. His hands twisted nervously, and tears gathered in his eyes again.
“Mum…” His voice broke. “Dad left.”
The way he said it,quiet, accusing, trembling, it cut her deeper than she expected. His eyes looked up at her like she was the reason David walked out of the house.
Lily swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to cry again. She didn’t want Danish to see fear or sadness in her eyes.
So she knelt down in front of him and gently held his hands.
“No, baby,” she said softly. “He didn’t leave us.”
“But he’s not here…” Danish sniffed. “He went away…”
“Maybe he just went home to change his clothes,” Lily said quickly, trying to calm him before he burst into tears again. “He doesn’t have his things here. So maybe he just went to get ready.”
Danish wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. “Are you sure?”
Lily gave him a small nod. “Yes. He’ll come back later. And even if he’s busy, I’ll take you to see him later. I promise.”
Danish stared at her for a moment, trying to believe her. His lower lip trembled a little, but he nodded slowly.
“Okay…”
Lily stroked his hair gently. “Don’t be sad. Come on. Let’s make breakfast together, and then we’ll go out for a while.”
“Where?” he asked softly.
“We’ll decide together,” she said with a warm smile. “Maybe the park. Or the mall. Or anywhere you want.”
Danish looked down at his feet. “I want… I want Dad to come too…”
Lily’s heart squeezed in her chest. She pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly.
“I know,” she whispered. “I know you want him. And he wants you too. He’ll come back. Don’t worry.”
Danish nodded against her shoulder, still holding on to her shirt.
Lily slowly stood up and took his hand again.
“Let’s go make breakfast,” she said softly. “You can help me crack the eggs.”
Danish nodded again and followed her quietly toward the kitchen, dragging his feet a little. Lily kept looking back at the hallway every few seconds, wondering why David left without a word.
She sighed and reached for the frying pan, trying to shake away the messy thoughts.
After breakfast, Lily cleaned the table, washed her hands, and helped Danish put on his clothes. He still looked a little sad, but he held her hand quietly as they walked out of the apartment.
Just as they stepped outside, Lily heard a familiar voice.
“Nini...don’t run!”
Lily turned her head and blinked in surprise.
Right beside the car stood Noah and her daughter, Nini. Both were wearing black dresses, sunglasses, and the kind of confident expression that belonged to someone on a magazine cover. Even their pose looked like they were doing a photoshoot.
Danish’s eyes brightened instantly.


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