Suzy didn't dare take that risk.
On the thirteenth floor, inside the apartment, Liam and Noah were still standing by the entryway.
"Come on, let's go back inside," Liam said, turning first.
He walked into the living room, Noah trailing right behind him like a little shadow, unwilling to leave his side for even a second.
Noah curled up on the sofa, hugging the fire truck in his arms, but he had no real interest in playing with it. His eyes kept drifting toward the door.
"I don't want Suzy to leave," Noah muttered.
"She'll come again tomorrow," Liam said.
The boy fell silent for a moment.
Just as Liam thought he had settled down, Noah suddenly asked, "Liam, why can't Suzy live with us?"
Liam paused mid-motion while tidying the coffee table. "She has her own home."
"But her place is just upstairs. It's really close." Noah tilted his head, thinking, and then his eyes lit up. "Then you can move into her place!"
