"Foley, what's going on?"

"It's all inexplicable."

Representative Foley leans back in his chair, grabs his Coke, and gulps it down. He had no idea how to answer the question of what had happened.

I met Ephia and that's not the point.

I'm sick, and yes he wanted to tell Belus about it in the first place.

He wanted to tell anyone, as long as someone could catch the secret. He believed he could get some relief from talking.

Sammel didn't pick up John, and there hasn't been any news until now, hell, it's not a glorious thing.

Foley is more reluctant to let others doubt his relationship with Shamel than when he is sick.

What's left? Yes, John's teacher thinks there is something wrong with John, and the damn thing is that he has even begun to believe that such an innocent child in front of him is acting out of the ordinary.

"I went to the hospital in the morning."

"Hospital?"

"Maybe you can tell that there's something wrong with my body."

He leaned close to Belus, fearing that John would hear, so he kept his body relaxed and held a Coke to his mouth.

"A genetic disease."

Berus stared at Forlì with a blank expression, as if he had expected it.

"What did the doctor say?" His voice was soft, and the music in the restaurant was enough to drown out their conversation.

"Surgery is necessary."

Berus didn't speak again, and Representative regretted a little that he shouldn't have let his friend take on such a thing.

Now that he had found Ephia, it was clear that Ephia recognized herself today, she remembered, and of course she remembered him. Ephia is perhaps the most suitable person to bear this secret.

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything."

"Well, you can always handle that, and you'll be successful in your mother's affairs if you will, Foley, and you're strong and brave enough."

"Yes, I thought so at first. If you want, maybe we'll meet again this week, and it looks like I've got a lot of things to do today, at least I'm going to have to trouble you to get us home. ”

"Of course, I'll deliver you to your doorstep. It's just..."

Berus remembered that the Tesla driverless car that had been following him on the road was gone, and when he reached the vicinity of the school, the car was gone, and now if something really followed him, would it pose a danger to Forley and John, who seemed to be troublesome enough.

"Where's Dad, Mommy?"

John said as he shoved the fries into his mouth.

"I don't know, I haven't reached my mother yet."

"Mom cried."

"What?"

"Mom cried."

"When did you cry?"

Foley Circle looked at John with wide eyes.

"Morning, evening, school, car."

"What did you say?"

Representative Foley pulls John down from his seat and puts him in front of him, holding John's shoulders with both hands. "Tell Dad, what else?"

"Nothing, Mom cried, but soon laughed again. What about Mom? ”

Representative Foley glances sideways at Berus and sees that his eyes are wandering out the window.

"Hey."

"Ah, are you going to leave now?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Nothing, I was thinking, just now—" Berus hesitated to tell Forley about their car being followed along the way, but he quickly interrupted that thought.

"Let's go back now, I'm worried, I'm feeling bad, we'd better go back now."

Belus quickly finished the last few bites of the burger, stood up and hugged John, who was not disgusted, and sat on his arm obediently, and the three of them walked towards the Berus car.

"Just follow this road all the way south."

"Okay."

No one spoke in the car, and Bellus confirmed several times that he didn't see the blue Tesla again.

Maybe he thought too much, but thinking of the strange situation in his home last week, he couldn't fully believe that these facts were just his fantasies. Unless he was mentally ill in some way, he had never had such a problem, not even during the most difficult time after a car accident.

was targeted by something, this must be a fact, but he hasn't figured it out yet, but there are some clues, it must be someone who has offended someone's interests. Beruss thought to himself, he can analyze, it will take some time, but the results of the analysis may not be correct.

"Call me anytime, Foley." The car stopped in front of a row of two-story houses next to each other, and after hurried thanks to Berus, Foley dragged John into the house.

"Samelle."

"Mom."

After opening the door, the two shouted. The living room can be seen at a glance, and there is no one in sight.

"Mom." John shouted repeatedly.

The sound of running water from upstairs, and the sound of laughter and crying, right? It's impossible, although the two of them are not in a sweet relationship, but Shamel will definitely not have any lovers or be in another relationship.

Foley hesitated at the top of the stairs, he didn't know if it was appropriate to go upstairs at this time, the voice was like the cry and accusation of a lovelorn girl, it could never have come from a calm Sammel.

"Mom." John staggered upstairs, his right hand against the wall, and drew two pale yellow mimeographs.

"Mom."

Representative Foley couldn't help but follow behind John.

The first study on the left, next to the bathroom is the bathroom, the bathroom door is closed, and the sound of water comes from inside, someone has just taken a shower and has not turned off the faucet? Representative Foley guesses.

John could have entered Samel and his room faster, but he didn't, and John began to walk like a crab, first to the left, then to the right, and then to the left. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times...

Six times later he took a small step forward, then stepped back and stepped out of his left foot to where he had moved.

Left again, to right, like a goalkeeper swaying from side to side when he takes a penalty.

Representative Foley didn't call him, and Sammel's voice stopped. I don't know how long it was, but it occurred to Forley that that day might have been a hint of how everything was going to go into the dark abyss, and how cowardly and sluggish he was, unwilling to face the truth or believing that he would encounter it.

"John."

Samel was standing at the door of the bedroom, wearing a printed blue dress, she had already gone home and changed, obviously she hadn't just arrived home, why didn't she tell herself that she couldn't pick up John today, and why she went home and didn't pick him up from school.

Why does she take a shower so early, usually she only takes a shower before going to bed and then changes into pajamas, she likes green pajamas, but has she still worn them recently?

Representative Foley felt a headache and he couldn't add any more troubles to his life.

Don't be suspicious, Foley. He said to himself, with an attitude bordering on admonition.

Don't forget how my mother went crazy with suspicion and suspicion. Face up to the existing reality, don't guess what is not verified, and don't doubt others.

Again, he told himself that crankiness only added to his troubles, maybe Samel had just forgotten, maybe she was a little uncomfortable and wanted to go home early to take a nap and pick up John from school, but overslept, maybe she had just woken up when they came out of the dining room.

He felt a warmth under his feet, and Sameel had overslept, and the water in the bathroom was spilling out the door.