When dinner has been finished, Amiel requested for them to return to their house. The little boy yawned widely, rubbing his fists against his heavy eyes, completely exhausted from the long day.
Ameelah and Darmiel agreed. They exchanged a brief, silent look across the table—a mutual understanding that, despite the heavy tension lingering between them, their son’s comfort always came first.
The walk back from the resort's main dining area was quiet. The night air was cool, carrying the faint, rhythmic sound of distant waves and the rustling of palm trees. Amiel tried to walk at first, his small hands holding onto both of his parents, but his steps grew heavier and more sluggish with every few meters.
Seeing his son, getting sleepy already, Darmiel picked him up and carried him in his ar
