The little boy heard this, and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, his face full of joy.
He nodded, a slight motion, but the joy was unmistakable.
"..." His throat was dry and cracked; he wanted to respond, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out, and his hands gripped his father's collar tightly.
Liam Yancey understood what he meant, gently patting his back: "Daddy understands, understands what Four means. We'll go as soon as you're better. But Four must also promise Daddy to be a strong kid and get well soon, okay?"
The little boy nodded again, resting his head on his father's shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth...
Tara Summer stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching from afar, deeply moved. She sniffed, not blinking her eyes.
