Kapitel 70: Ice cream

As the car glided through the silent streets, Abby's voice broke the stillness, her words heavy with a sense of resignation and longing.

"I don't want to go home," she confessed quietly, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. "I need a distraction, a break from... from everything. Just for tonight. Pretend like nothing happened today. At least until tomorrow, when I have to see my father."

Remo's heart ached at Abby's words, the weight of her sorrow palpable in the air between them. He understood her need to escape, if only for a fleeting moment, from the crushing weight of reality.

"I heard people get drunk to forget their problems," Abby continued, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Can I... can I get drunk too?"

Remo's breath caught in his throat, the raw vulnerability in Abby's voice piercing his soul. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, offering a silent gesture of understanding and support.