His son's homework, the anonymous person's report, and Wren's Stellaris Special Review Package.
The three things sitting in front of him all pointed to the same answer.
Some people had been saying the exact same thing all along.
It was just that he heard them too late.
His phone buzzed again.
This time, it was a private message from Leo's teacher, Ms. Miller.
"Mr. Langford, Leo has been more proactive in expressing himself in class lately, but he still gets tense when it comes to family matters. I suggest that when communicating, both parents try to avoid letting the child bear the burden of adult emotions."
Lawrence stared at it for a long time.
Then he replied:
"I understand. Thank you, Ms. Miller."
After hitting send, he stared at those two words.
I understand.
He used to say "I understand" all the time.
When Wren reminded him that their child had a fever, he'd say he understood.
When Wren reminded him about a school event, he'd say he understood.
When Wren said Leo hadn't been sleeping well lately, he still just said he understood.
But his so-called understanding was merely hearing.
Not remembering.
And certainly not changing.
It was past midnight when Lawrence got home, and he headed straight for his study.
The study door was gently pushed open.
Eleanor Langford stood in the doorway, holding a bowl of soup.
Seeing the files spread out on his desk, she paused.
"Still working?"
Lawrence closed his laptop.
"Is something wrong?"
Eleanor set the soup on the edge of the desk. Her gaze swept over his phone screen, catching a corner of the photo of Leo's homework.
She was silent for a moment.
"What did Leo write?"



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