"Bernie, do you remember what we were doing when Greg was murdered that day?" Hera rested against Bernard's chest, listening to his heart pounding.
He frowned. "Why the sudden question?"
"I realize that I can't remember what we were doing," she explained.
"That's normal. You were just six," he comforted her.
"Do you still remember, then?" She raised her head to look at him.
He tried to recall his memories. "I think we were playing hide-and-seek. When I returned home, you were running a fever. Then, you stayed at home the whole day to recover."
Xavier said almost the same thing. Both the men remembered the hide-and-seek, but she couldn't.
"Do you remember where you were hiding? Where was I hiding?" she asked again.
Bernard realized something. "Are you trying to remember what happened at that time?"
"Yes."
He fell into silence and closed his eyes as if trying to figure something out.
Assuming that he was recalling the past, Hera nestled in his arms again, waiting for him quietly.
After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind as his lips parted. He finally blurted the words stuck in his throat, "Sweetie, after finding out who killed Ms. Daphne, could you stop investigating Lucius' case?"
Silence inflated in the air.
Thinking that she got angry, he looked down, only to find her sleeping against her chess. He didn't know since when she fell asleep!
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