12

After a considerable amount of time passed since the incident, Lucas and I finally had contact again.

He said he wanted to have a chat with me.

At that time, I was walking through the airport lobby with Billy.

I asked him, "What do you want to talk about? Is it about the divorce?"

Billy looked up at me.

I reached out and patted his head.

Lucas breathed in silence, and the bustling sounds of the airport passed through the phone.

"Where are you right now?"

I hung up the phone with a cold face.

The plane was about to take off, and there were more important things at hand.

Soon it would be Arthur's memorial day, and I had never taken Billy to see his biological father.

A message popped up on the screen.

I glanced at it and turned off my phone.