Nathan Fletcher trembled, his lips pressed tightly together, not daring to make a sound.
After composing himself, Mr. Fletcher let out a long sigh.
He glanced at the dejected Nathan Fletcher kneeling on the floor, his mind racing.
He only had this one son; he couldn't just let him die for real.
He had worked so hard for so many years, all for this son of his.
He was just venting his anger out loud.
"Get up!" Mr. Fletcher's voice was low and grave. "Right now, immediately! Go get yourself cleaned up! You're coming with me to Bervenia University to find Holly Wyatt!"
Nathan Fletcher's eyes lit up. He scrambled to his feet. "I know, Dad!"
He'd been kneeling for so long that his legs had gone numb, and he limped his way upstairs.
Mr. Fletcher rubbed the bridge of his nose, his expression grim. He stared at the withered tree outside the window, lost in thought.
RING RING RING.
The phone's ringtone sounded particularly abrupt in the vast, empty living room.
