Chapter 25

At the front door of a family home, a mother bustled about in front of her son and daughter.

The daughter, who looked about six, seemed carefree, but the son, who looked around high-school age, pressed his lips together, clearly unhappy with the situation.

Then he spoke up.

"Mom, do we really have to go?"

"Yeah. Your dad gets lonely, too, you know."

"... I don't even want to see a dad like that."

"......"

His words made his mother feel a little sad.

But she didn't think he was wrong.

After all, the adults were entirely to blame...