Oscar's fingertips lurched and patted her head, "I'm going to go make dinner, you can cry if you want to, and put it down for now after you've cried."

With that said, he got up and retraced his steps back to the kitchen.

Serena hugged over a pillow and crooked herself on the couch, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.

Exhaustion instantly flooded her, and she leaned over and fell right back to sleep.

Oscar made dinner and when he saw her asleep, he took the blanket from the side and covered her.

Instead of waking her, he warmed the few small dishes he had made and sat quietly, waiting...