Callista parked the car in front of a building that read Lykon Nursing Home.
Once they got out, the three of them walked along a canopy-covered path surrounded by blooming gardens.
Despite the drizzle and the hillside location, the nursing home looked lush and peaceful, like the rain only made it more alive.
Callista gently held Renar's clenched fist. It felt cold and faintly trembling.
The blue veins throbbing at his temple said enough. He didn't want to be there.
"When was the last time you had a proper conversation with him?" she asked.
"I can't remember," Renar muttered, his voice flat.
Callista halted, holding onto his arm. "Should I be the one to speak with him? You don't have to force—"
"I'm curious," he cut in, his gaze sharp and restless. "Does he miss me or not?" He gave her a bitter smile. "Don't worry. I'm not a kid anymore."
When they reached the nurse's station, a middle-aged nurse greeted them with a soft smile that didn't quite hide her concern.
