Chapter 55 - The Wavy Sea

The house was dark with no trace of anybody inside. In his hand, a mountain of postcards and bills from the mailbox. For the first time, after a long time, he felt a grasp of warmth and contentment despite the blackness. It helped that he knew the ins and outs of their house, but more substantially, it was a settling feeling that all was in its proper place, despite not seeing the road in front of him or where it’s headed.

Turned on the master switch, wiped off the perspiration from his eyebrows, and Suho careened inside the strangely quiet room. He shoved the gym bag on the nearest chair and sat on an empty chair in the living room, sifting through the pile of letters and bills in their mailbox. A habit he took over from his mom after discovering a few interesting mails.

From time to time, they’d still get fan mails for his dad. And he’d hold on to them, keeping all to himself, rather than showing them to his mom. It prompted him to reply to some of these letters, acknowledging them