I’m still deciding.
“I went to Japan without understanding any of their language,” he said.
“Why?”
“I thought I could manage.”
“That was optimistic.”
“It was.”
“The first issue was food,” he said.
“Of course.”
“I walked into a restaurant. Everything was in Japanese.”
“So?”
“I pointed at something random.”
“Bold.”
“They brought me a bowl.”
“And?” i
“I had no idea what it was.”
“Did you eat it?”
“I ate it.”
“And?”
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“I still don’t know what it was.
Raughed again.
“It tasted… complex.”
“That’s not reassuring”
“It might have been seafood.”
“Might?”
“Yes.
“That’s concerning.”
“The second situation,” he continued, “was transport.”
I already knew this would be bad.
“I got on the wrong train.”
“Of course you did.”
“I thought I was going to the city centre.”
“You weren’t.”
“I was not.”
“Two hours later,” he said, “I realised I was in a completely different area.”
“Did anyone help you?”
“I tried asking.”
I wanted to be honest with him.
But the moment never… came.
He paid the bill.
Of course.
Walked me to the car.
Dropped me off at home.
No pressure.
No unnecessary lingering.
Just-
“Goodnight, Lydia.”
“Goodnight, Marcus.”
Then I went inside.
Checked on my babies. 1
They were fast asleep.
Eli sprawled like he owned the bed.
Ava curled neatly like she had signed a contract with sleep.
I stood there for a moment.
Then went to my room.

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