Edison was pretty upset after a whole day of asking around in vain. When he got back home at night, he saw Albert was sitting on the sofa, smoking with a poker face.
His father smoked a lot when he had something on his mind. And he seldom told his family if he thought he could figure it out by himself.
Edison could not think of anything that was worth Albert’s worry in the past few days. Maybe he was just smoking out of boredom. Edison took out the cigarettes that Trista had given him and said to Albert, “Dad, try this.”
Not until Edison patted his shoulder did Albert come to himself. He smiled at Edison, “Oh, thanks, son. Sit down.”
“What were you thinking, dad?” Edison sat down on the chair beside the sofa. He heard Sabrina sobbing in the bathroom. Edison frowned, what w
