After Cassie leaves, I impatiently wait for Axel to come home. I really hope he remembers that night, even though it may be insignificant in this timeline.
When Axel finally walks through the front door, I try to gauge his demeanor. He looks tired and stressed, but there's an underlying tension that sets me on edge.
"Hey," I greet him cautiously.
Axel looks at me with worry. "Chloe! What are you doing up? You need to rest."
"I need to talk to you about something," I say, my voice steady but determined.
He glances at me, his expression guarded. "What is it?"
"Do you remember a few years back when we used to live together at Mom's house? There was this one day Mom went on a date with Adrian," I ramble on.
"Ah...there had been many instances your mom and my dad went on a date. Could yo
