By 5 p.m. the following day, Luca was already on his way to Grunewald, set to fetch the mother and child.
As much as he loved the drive through the fascinating, green-lined neighbourhood, he didn't actually like the time it consumed.
The journey felt longer today, maybe because his mind had too many little thoughts rolling about.
Luca hadn't thought beyond a straight line when he offered to host the two visitors in his property.
Well... he also wanted more time with the chubby, small fellow.
The cream duplex of the Brahms stood rigid at the height of the sunset upon his arrival.
His shades reflected the orange descent until the light from the house claimed it when Evelyn opened the door.
Luca didn't have to wait at all because Laura and Martin were already ready.
Martin was crying when he came, but it sounded like one of those unserious, attention-seeking cries.
Laura had packed everything essential, but it looked like a bit too much in Luca's eyes.
