We ate and had tea quietly. The air is thick, and I can feel a lot of tension.
After I ate, I helped his mom clean up. Fritz said he would be waiting for me in the car. He kissed his mom without changing his demeanor and went to the parking lot. He was so cold that I was reminded of the Fritz I met at the airport. But this was a different one. I can feel his anger.
While we were in the kitchen, his mom broke down and cried. I hugged her and stroked her back.
“I’m sorry, dear. I ruined our lunch.”
“It’s okay, Tita. Is everything okay? W-What happened?”
“Maybe I asked him too much. I asked him to see his sick father. His father is dying, hon. His last request is to see his son.”
“Oh, Tita.” I tried to soothe her again. I am speechless, and I don’t know what to say.
“I have ruined
