The five-star hotel suite was too quiet for his liking; Olivia was never too much of a loud kid, always reserved, like you. Art never knew where you both stood, but he was always grateful he had you. In the morning, he had told you he planned on retiring; your indifference didn’t bother him. He just wished you had said something. He was watching TV when he noticed you entering the living room. You always had an elegance towards yourself, even when you just walked. He turned off the screen and followed you, leaning on the counter.

“Have you thought about what I told you?”