Mrs. Randle seemed to understand, but also seemed a little confused. Eliana didn’t explain much, at least not now.

Through the window, she saw the lights of a car downstairs. Eliana knew it was Dylan coming back.

Dylan entered with a chocolate cake in his hand, Eliana’s favorite, behaving like a carefree teenager.

“Eliana, I bought some late-night snacks. Let’s eat together,” he said as he opened the door. Eliana was already in her pajamas, waiting for him on the bed.

“Why did you suddenly think of buying this? Don’t you have to wait in line?”

“My baby likes it. It doesn’t matter how long I have to wait in...