"Whatever you packed for us is enough." Zaque spoke up, his voice hushed, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.
"That's right." Heiren agreed with a nod of his head, but he froze and turned to Coco. "Did you grab the pictures that I taped on the wall? What about the photo book in my closet—"
Heiren paused and let out a sigh. "You know what? It seems like I will have to check my room. I don't want to leave a single photo of Coco behind."
Coco's eyes went wide when she heard the second husband's words and froze in Alhai's hand.
"My photo?" Coco repeated and shifted on the bed to look at the brown haired mediator, but the sound of his rushed footsteps vanishing down the hall reached her ears.
Zaque and Alhai chuckled, their hearts finally calming down.
"Out of the four of us, Heiren had a camera in his possession." Zaque explained as he walked over to the bed and plopped down beside Coco. "He often sneaks a photo every day. You just didn't notice."
