Chapter 22

For our upcoming encounter, I decided to dole out an invitation to the Mancinis for some movies (which, I was already sure that Lionel Mancini was most likely going to deny), or perhaps, a stroll in the park.

After all, five-year-old boys love football and frisbees.

I know Tylor wouldn't say no. The little boy is not an anti-social creature like his uncle.

As unapproachable as Lionel Mancini is, I have also observed that he is darn protective of Tylor.

There is no way Tylor is going to deny my invitation and there is no way Lionel Mancini is going to let him walk out alone with me, even with a babysitter.

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The next morning, at around 5 am, I woke up feeling queasy. I ran towards the washroom where I threw up a few times.

After a brief and awkward conversation with Tania, I took my meds. before crawling back into bed to rest for a while more. I hoped for my fever to subside and turn back to normal.