Beyond the Divorce

I wasn't sure what Donovan meant. Annika quickly dialed a number, and her expression mirrored Donovan's, inscrutable-filled with joy, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. Her hand that was holding the phone was shaking.

Once the call connected, Annika's voice sounded somewhat unsettled as she spoke into the phone, "Arton, where are you? Come back home immediately!"

A deep voice echoed from the phone, "What's wrong? Did something happen to Mom and Dad?"

Without elaborating, Annika urged, "Just come back as soon as you can!"

I could see that Annika was anxious. Meanwhile, Donovan still tightly held onto my phone, staring at the photos without blinking.

Judging by his current expression, I was certain he liked Charlie.

I moved closer and tried to take the phone, but he clutched it tighter, unwilling to let go. So, I approached him, gently sliding my fingers across the phone screen to show him more pictures.

I overheard Annika making another call, presumably to her mother, urging her to return home because something big had happened.

to see the photos I was displaying to

me, "Ms. Chloe,

sure they were shocked by the child. "What

about to answer my question when Donovan's voice came

scolded, "This scoundrel! I'm going to beat him up for having a

opening the door. Annika hurriedly approached the door, but it had already

hair, mostly white, was permed into curls. She wore a sporty suit, looking like she had

described about her health, there was

she was surprised to see us in the

like we have guests at

inside, saying, "Yes, Mom, come

side and pressed her down on the couch. Then she took the phone from Donovan's hand and placed it in her

then looked at us. Annika hurriedly said to her, "Don't look at me. Look at