That visit

He felt a weight on the bed and opened his eyes, the next thing he felt on his face was his son's hand slamming hard into his cheek, followed by Ethan's laughter as if mocking his sleepy father. Alice was watching from the side, still in pajamas, but Ethan was fresh, changed, even combed, wearing nice shoes, and holding a toy in his left hand, which he threw at his father's face, but Alice stopped it before it could hurt him.

It seemed like a silent revenge from his son.

"Are you trying to hurt me?" He asked, taking him in his arms and sitting up. "Good morning, Alice. Have you been here long?" He was very tired and hadn't heard them come in.

"I want you to take Ethan out for a walk, to the park or shopping, whatever you come up with. He hasn't been out for days, there's no reason for him to be cooped up."

"Can't it wait until later?" It seemed she wanted them to leave immediately, and he was just barely opening his eyes to the new day. The two of them seemed to have been awake for qu