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The Suzuki house was immersed in tension.

Mari Suzuki, firm as always, played with almost cruel precision. Noticing her brother’s mistakes, common for someone with only three months of experience, she interrupted with harsh words.

Mari Suzuki: Sunny, you’re not dedicating yourself enough! You’re ruining everything!

Sunny then decided to respond with all the anger in the world.

Sunny Suzuki: I’m giving my best, Mari! Look at my fingers… they are down to the quick

Mari then retorted.

Mari Suzuki: My fingers have turned purple from playing piano so much and I’m not complaining!

Sunny Suzuki: But you’ve been playing for years and I’m not like you!

Sunny ran off in anger and didn’t even notice he almost fell down the stairs.

Mari Suzuki: Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you!

Sunny closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the sound of his breathing was the only palpable sound.

Mari Suzuki: Earth to Sunny, you’re not going to ruin my recital!

Sunny Suzuki: Fine… I’ll go back to practice.

Mari then softened her expression upon noticing this and tried to appear mature.

Mari Suzuki: You know, I didn’t want to treat you like this, but there’s a lot at stake, and our careers too… so take this seriously, okay?

Sunny Suzuki: (...Wow, you really know how to calm me down... sis...)

Sunny looked away, stepped back, and let the argument die before it was even born. The tension didn’t dissipate, it was only swept under the rug.

After a few more rounds of practice, their parents took the siblings to the recital.

The trip was a drag. Mari was calm and composed while Sunny was trying to calm himself down, and each avenue felt like torture to him, worse than a criminal seeing a police car.

Sunny Suzuki wore gloves to hide the state of his hands.

Sunny Suzuki: (This crappy recital… I’ll never do this again in my life..!)

Sunny thought with all the anger and nervousness in the world.

After that, both went to the backstage area, which was crowded with young people also wanting to show their talents to the waiting audience. They were parents, music critics, and enthusiasts waiting for the show.

In the backstage, with the violin leaning against the wall, he trembled with fear and didn’t know what to do.

Sunny Suzuki (desperate): (...What do I do now…? I can’t…)

Then his eyes found a bottle of sugarcane rum

Flashback

He remembered his father saying that alcohol wasn’t always a villain and that he had once taken a little for courage, but he wasn’t stupid enough to give it to his children, both underage.

Takuma Suzuki: You can’t drink this! Only after you’re 18!

Flashback end.

Sunny simply said screw it and decided to drink the rest of the bottle [110 ml].

After a few minutes, Sunny felt the effects in his body.

Sunny Suzuki: Damn… what a horrible taste… but… I feel… strange.

Then Mari appeared and said.

Mari Suzuki: Sunny, it’s our turn!

Sunny then answered without inhibition.

Sunny Suzuki: Let’s go! Today I’m on fire.

Mari found his sudden courage strange, but didn’t ask. Both climbed the stairs toward the stage, in front of two hundred people in the stands.

The hall was lit by golden chandeliers, and the murmur of the audience mixed with the sound of chairs being arranged. Sunny, with the violin in his hands, looked serene on the outside, but inside his heart beat like a pounding drum.

Sunny Suzuki (whispering): Go ahead, Mari! Let’s show them what we got!

Mari Suzuki: (...Why is he acting like this...? He doesn’t even seem like my brother...)

Mari thought, not understanding anything.

When the curtain opened, everything began to bubble like a cauldron.

Sunny played very well, his blurred mind projecting bluish and pastel figures that resembled his friends. Motivated by these visions, everything came out perfectly.

Mari was happy inside, seeing her brother do so well.

Mari Suzuki: (...I knew you could do it, Sunny!)

The last notes echoed through the hall, vibrating in the violin strings as if they were Sunny’s own heart.

Soon came the applause, but Sunny felt the effect of the alcohol dissipating. The pain in his fingers returned, along with the accumulated anger.

Sunny Suzuki (shouting): AAAAHHHH!

In a sudden gesture, he raised the violin and smashed it against the floor. The dry crack of the wood breaking reverberated louder than any note. The audience stood up, some in shock, others murmuring in confusion.

Without looking back, Sunny ran through the corridors.

Mari Suzuki (shouting): Sunny?! Come back here!

Mari tried to follow him and did so for about 400 meters outside the auditorium, but her bad knee gave out, and she fell, feeling the cruel sting that prevented her from continuing. Through tears and pain, she reached out as if she could catch Sunny, but he was already disappearing on the horizon.

Mari Suzuki (crying): Sunny… why?

Lia and Takuma Suzuki, the parents, were paralyzed and after about two minutes went after them and saw their daughter on the ground crying and saying she didn’t know why Sunny had done that.

Lia Suzuki: Takuma… what are we going to do?

Takuma Suzuki: We have no choice… we’ll have to call the police.

Meanwhile, Kel, Hero, Aubrey, and Basil remained motionless in their seats, as if the world had stopped.

Kelsey Rodriguez: I’ve never seen Sunny like this… He’s not okay!

Henry Hero Rodriguez: I can’t believe what I saw! Of all people, Sunny was the last one I expected to have a nervous breakdown.

Aubrey Williams: He smashed the violin just like that? Why did he break a gift from us? Does he hate us?

Basil Delaney: I… don’t know what to say.

The recital, which should have been a moment of joy and music, turned into this… a show of rage and disgrace.

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The clock marked past ten at night. The recital had ended in chaos, and Sunny had vanished into the streets without looking back.  

At the Suzuki's house, the atmosphere was heavy and suffocating, almost like a room with little oxygen. The sound of rain beating against the windows seemed to echo throughout the place.  

Mari was still in her recital dress, sitting on the couch, her eyes red and her hands trembling. Lia paced back and forth like a caged lion in a crowded zoo, while Takuma remained motionless, staring at the floor with a hard expression, as if he couldn’t understand why any of this was happening.  

Lia was the first to break the silence.  

Lia Suzuki: He should be here… it’s been hours! Where is my baby?!

Mari then spoke about the last time she saw her brother.  

Mari Suzuki: I tried… I ran after him… but I couldn’t… my knee gave out and all I saw was him disappearing on the horizon… damn it…  

Mari lamented bitterly not having a functional knee at that moment.  

Takuma finally raised his voice, sharp as a blade, yeah, he was a peculiar kind of man.  

Takuma Suzuki: I don’t understand. Why would he run away? What happened to the boy? It must be their friends, I knew that they weren't a good example

Mari knew that wasn’t true. Sunny didn’t have many friends, and the few he did were from the group with the Rodriguez siblings, Aubrey, and Basil. What Takuma said was a lie.  

Just then, Lia felt the phone ring, and a spark of hope flickered inside her.  

• Was it the police calling to say where he was?  
• Was it Sunny saying he would come back?  

No.  

It was Henry Rodriguez, Mari’s boyfriend and Sunny’s friend. Lia answered.  

Beep  

Henry Rodriguez: Lia, have you found Sunny?  

Lia Suzuki: Not yet, Henry. And you?  

Henry Rodriguez: We’re riding through the streets on our bikes, but nothing so far.  

Lia Suzuki: Alright… call me if you find any clue.  

Henry Rodriguez: Of course. Sunny is our friend, and we’d never leave him out in the gutter!  

Lia Suzuki: Same here… I know how precious he is, to all of us.  

Beep  

Mari sighed, her heart tightening.  

Mari Suzuki: Still nothing, right?  

Lia Suzuki: I’m afraid not… Sunny is still missing.  

Meanwhile, Takuma walked away, muttering to himself.  

Takuma Suzuki: I don’t understand that boy… why would he do this?  

Lia Suzuki: Maybe he felt too pressured by us. Could it be that we were too harsh on him?  

Takuma Suzuki: If that’s true, then he’s nothing but a coward. I literally grew up in misery with an absent father and ate dirt to achieve everything I have. Everything I did was so he wouldn’t end up a failure… if that’s why he decided to run away, so be it! If he wants to come back, let him. I won’t go chasing after an ungrateful brat.  

Mari glared at him with hatred, feeling something inside the family had broken.  

Mari Suzuki: Did you hear yourself? Why are you blaming Sunny? He didn’t seem well before the recital…  

Takuma Suzuki: Don’t talk back to me, young lady! What he needed was to learn how to be a man and stop with the nonsense!  

Lia Suzuki: Don’t talk about Sunny like that!  

Takuma then shouted, his voice reverberating through the walls of the house.  

Takuma Suzuki: I WILL SPEAK HOWEVER I WANT, AND NO ONE WILL TELL ME HOW I SHOULD FEEL!  

He stormed into his room and slammed the door shut.  

Lia felt powerless, and Mari was consumed by anger and sadness. She couldn’t accept seeing her brother insulted like that, but he was her father… she couldn’t retaliate at the same level.  

Meanwhile, in the outside world

Meanwhile, Kel and Hero rode through the streets on their bicycles, their raincoats plastered to their bodies by the wind. Aubrey followed, holding a flashlight that barely pierced the curtain of water.  

Kelsey Rodriguez: He couldn’t have gone that far… not in this rain!  

Aubrey Williams: But what if he’s hiding? Asking for help isn't the Sunniest thing

Henry Rodriguez: Doesn’t matter, we’ll keep searching. He needs to know he’s not alone.  

Basil Delaney: Sunny… where are you? Where have you gone?  

Basil didn’t know, nor did anyone else. But Sunny was already at the edge of town.  

Sunny, meanwhile, walked slowly toward the city gate. The rain streamed down his face, mixing with the tears he refused to admit.  

He felt useless, and he thought disappearing was the best option.  

The gate of Faraway loomed before him, lit only by a solitary streetlamp. In the middle of that darkness, Sunny paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and kept walking. In that instant, he had left Faraway behind.  

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The relationship between Sunny and Mari’s parents had reached a breaking point. What once was a loving bond had now turned violent.

One stormy night, the tension finally erupted.

Takuma Suzuki (shouting): You think you can defy me in my own house? After everything I’ve done for you two?!

Lia Suzuki (voice shaking): Come again?! Sunny ran away because of you, and now you’re tearing us apart! You are not the man I married, you are a lunatic sociopath!

Takuma’s face twisted with rage. He slammed his fist against the table, then struck Lia across the face. The sound echoed like thunder. Mari, already fragile from her brother’s disappearance, watched in horror as her father’s fury spilled over. He grabbed Lia’s arm roughly, his voice rising to a roar.

Takuma Suzuki: Don’t you dare blame me for that boy’s weakness!

Mari’s trembling hands clenched into fists. She couldn’t stay silent anymore.

Mari Suzuki (screaming): Stop it! You’re hurting her!

Takuma turned toward Mari, his eyes burning with fury, and struck her too. Lia pulled free, shielding her daughter from further blows.

Mari’s chest tightened as her father’s rage filled the room. Her mother’s arms shielded her, but Mari knew she couldn’t stay there any longer. With tears streaming down her face, she stumbled toward the door.

Takuma went outside and drove his car somewhere, a place only he knew.

Mari Suzuki (voice breaking): I can’t… I can’t stay here tonight.

Lia reached for her, desperate.

Lia Suzuki (pleading): Mari...!

She slipped out into the storm, the rain masking her sobs as she hurried down the street.

Lia Suzuki: Please... stay safe...

By the time she reached Henry’s house, her clothes were soaked, her hands shaking.

Henry opened the door, startled by her sudden arrival.

Henry Rodriguez (concerned): Mari? What happened?

Mari collapsed into his arms, her words tumbling out between sobs.

Mari Suzuki: It’s my father… he hurt Mom, and he hit me too. I couldn’t stay there.

Henry’s expression hardened, his protective instinct immediate.

Henry Rodriguez: Don’t worry, you are safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you.

He guided her inside, wrapping her in a blanket and sitting her down on the couch.

Henry Rodriguez (softly): You don’t have to face this alone, Mari. Tonight, you rest. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the authorities together. We need to bring this scumbag to justice.

Mari’s tears slowed, her breathing steadied. For the first time in days, she felt a fragile sense of safety.

Mari Suzuki (whispering): Thank you, Henry… I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Henry squeezed her hand gently.

Henry Rodriguez: You’ll never have to find out. I’m here, always for you... honey!

Mari Suzuki: Thanks... my hero.

That night, Mari finally slept peacefully, with the comfort of knowing she wasn’t alone.

The next morning

Mari gathered her courage. With Henry by her side, she went to the authorities. Her voice cracked as she explained what had happened.

Mari Suzuki (to the officer): My father… he hurt my mother. He threatened us. I can’t let this go on. Please… help us.

Officer: Do you have a bruise, footage, or something?

She hesitated before lifting the sleeves of her dress. The room fell silent. With trembling hands, she revealed the marks that told the story she could barely put into words.

Mari Suzuki: He did this… my own father. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen. I couldn’t protect my mother… or myself.

The officer’s expression hardened, shifting from sympathy to resolve.

Officer: You were brave to come here, young lady. Now, leave this to us... we need information about where you live and your parents.

Mari gave everything that was needed.

Henry placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying her as she fought back tears.

They left that place, who knows what will happen now?

Well, I am the writer, so I already know.

Days later, the court issued a protective order. Takuma was forbidden from approaching Mari or Lia. 

Mari spent those days sleeping at the Rodriguez house and was reluctant to leave; she only did so with the cops by her side.

About the restraining order... nobody had told Takuma yet, so the cops had to do so.

So, the D day has arrived

A heavy knock rattled the front door.

Takuma opened it, then the cops started talking.

Police Officer 1 (firmly): Mr. Takuma Suzuki?

Takuma Suzuki: Yes, that’s me. What is going on?

Police Officer 2: We have a court order. You are required to leave this house immediately, and you need to stay away from Lia Suzuki, at least 1 kilometer. We came here to inform you that you must leave now.

Then, Mari went toward her mother and decided to stand up for her; Takuma’s eyes darted toward Mari, who stood behind her mother.

Takuma Suzuki (venomously): So this is your doing, isn’t it? You went crying to them… You betrayed your own father!

Mari’s hands trembled, but she held her ground.

Mari Suzuki (quiet but firm): I did what I had to. You hurt us, and I won’t let it happen again.

The officers stepped forward, their tone leaving no room for argument.

Police Officer: That’s enough. You need to leave now.

Takuma muttered curses under his breath, but the officers guided him out.

Lia collapsed onto the couch, tears streaming down her face. Mari stood frozen, her heart pounding, but a strange calm settled over her. For the first time, the house felt lighter and quiet after Sunny’s disappearance.

Moments later, hurried footsteps echoed outside. Mari wiped her tears, startled, until familiar voices broke through the tension.

Kel, Basil, Hero, and Kim entered, their presence filled the room with the good sensation of having friends who truly care about you.

Kel Rodriguez (firmly): Mari, we heard what happened. You don’t have to face this alone.

Hero Rodriguez (gentle): We’re here for you. Whatever comes next, you’ll have us by your side.

Basil stepped forward, his eyes full of quiet resolve.

Basil Delaney: Sunny may be gone for now… but you’re not. You’re stronger than you think.

Kim placed a hand on Mari’s shoulder.

Kim Nakamura: Family isn’t just blood. It’s the people who choose to stand with you. And we choose you.

Mari’s tears finally fell, but this time they carried relief instead of despair.

Mari Suzuki: Thank you guys... I love you all!

Then everyone hugged Mari, and she was finally happy after such a difficult time had passed.

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A month had passed since the court order. Mari and Lia breathed a little easier, but the peace was fragile as a piece of paper that went underwater.

In a certain night, the peace of that house was broken in a very… strange way to say the least.

It was around 3 a.m. when Mari woke up after she heard some footsteps coming from the garden. From the sound, it seemed to belong to someone disoriented, and from the tone of voice, someone angry but drunk.

Mari Suzuki: Please… don’t be my idiot father…

But it was Takuma outside. Mari was obviously not happy about this and went to wake her mother to warn her, and she woke everyone sleeping downstairs.

Basil, Henry, Kel, Aubrey, Kim, Vance, Angel, Charlene, and Mikhael stood ready to see what was happening.

While everyone was alert, Takuma could be seen on the street, visibly drunk, staggering toward the house door.

Takuma Suzuki (drunk, shouting): You think you can push me away?! I’m the head of this family! This house is mine!

Kicks and punches against the door were heard, and Lia dialed the police.

But Lia was startled when the door opened. She thought:

Lia Suzuki: (...Oh my God, he’s going to kill me...)

But the door opened for the ten teenagers to step out and confront the man.

Separated? They would be an easy prey, but together they were unbeatable.

Not to mention Takuma was drunk.

Kel Rodriguez (firm): That’s enough, Takuma. You’re not going any further.

Hero Rodriguez (angry but determined): Haven’t you already messed up everyone’s life enough?!

Aubrey Williams (defiant, showing her nail‑bat she made a week ago): If you want to come in, you’ll have to face all of us.

Kim Nakamura (cold): Try your luck and see if you don’t end up in the hospital or the cemetery.

Takuma laughed, a drunken, angry laugh, and tried to advance. But the group did not back down.

Vance Nakamura: You don’t rule here anymore, you miserable old man!

Takuma tried to hit Kel, but Hero held him firmly. Aubrey and Kim landed a series of punches, and Basil, trembling, stood in front of Mari.

Takuma Suzuki (screaming, out of control): You’ll regret this! You punks! You’ve contaminated my daughter with your filth!

Mari Suzuki: Shut up, damn it! You don’t know what you’re saying! Because of you, I saw my brother disappear, and I won’t let you threaten my mother ever again!

Kel then stepped forward and, with the help of the others, slammed Takuma to the ground with a powerbomb that left him sprawled on the lawn.

Mari, protected behind her friends, felt happiness flow through her.

The neighbors, alerted by the noise, called the police. But before they arrived, Takuma, injured and staggering, managed to get up and flee in his car, disappearing into the night.

Mari broke down in tears, sobbing.

Mari Suzuki (crying): I just wanted a normal family… if it were like that, Sunny wouldn’t have left…

After the police interrogation and questions, everyone went back inside to finish the sleepover.

The next morning

The morning after the confrontation, Lia went to the Rodriguez house. Raquel and Carlos were having breakfast when they heard a knock at the door. Seeing Lia, they realized something serious had happened.

Raquel Rodriguez (worried): Lia… you’re pale like a ghost. What happened?

Lia Suzuki (taking a deep breath): Last night… Takuma came back. He was drunk, tried to break the court order, and if it weren’t for Mari’s friends, who knows what he could have done to me and Mari.

Carlos widened his eyes, incredulous.

Carlos Rodriguez: What?! Takuma did that? I never imagined… he always seemed so correct, so hardworking.

Lia Suzuki (bitterly): It was all a facade, Carlos. Behind that image of a responsible man, there was a tyrant. He was always too harsh with Sunny, and now… he’s gone so far as to raise his hand against me and Mari.

Raquel covered her mouth, shocked.

Raquel Rodriguez: My God… I didn’t know it was that serious. I always thought he was just a strict father who set clear limits for his children, but never… never a violent person.

Lia Suzuki (with tears in her eyes): I just wanted a normal family. It hurts to know what Mari went through and what I couldn’t do for her… it hurts to know my baby is out there lost, or worse…

Carlos stood up, placing a hand on Lia’s shoulder.

Carlos Rodriguez (firmly): You’re not alone. We’ll support you and Mari. If Takuma shows up again, don’t hesitate to call us.

Lia wiped her tears, feeling a bit of relief.

Lia Suzuki (emotional): Thank you… you don’t know how much this means to me.

Back at the Suzuki house, in the treehouse

Basil was updating the photo album. He added the new members: Kim, Mikhael, Angel, Charlene, and Vance.

Henry Rodriguez: Wow, now we’re ten.

Kim Nakamura: You know that what united us was Aubrey. She had two groups of friends and did us the favor of introducing to each other.

Vance Nakamura: That’s right, sis!

Mikhael Owen: I must say, spending time with you is way better than listening to my dad talk about the bakery every single day. Like, nothing against it, but after a while it gets annoying.

Angel Ramirez: Dude, speaking of that, didn’t you say if you took over the bakery you’d rename it Maverick Bread & Co.?

Mikhael Owen: Yes, I love that name… MAVERICK!

Charlene Hunt: I doubt your siblings would allow that.

Mikhael Owen: Who cares? I’ll impose the greatness of the name MAVERICK and that’s it!

Kelsey Rodriguez: Looks like you’re willing to kill and die for it, huh?

Mikhael Owen: ABSOLUTELY!

While this conversation went on, Basil saw a photo of his old friend Sunny… wow, it’s been over a month since he left without a trace.

Basil Delaney (thoughtful): If Sunny were still here… we’d be eleven.

Basil then looked out the treehouse window and reflected.

Basil Delaney: Sunny… please… for all that is sacred, be safe! I want to see you again, my old friend… I miss you…

A tear fell from the blond boy’s left eye, who fought not to turn the treehouse mood into a sad story. He wanted his friends to enjoy the moment.

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The morning after the kitchen conversation, Lia was still in a bad situation, but there was something different in her eyes: Mari’s words had planted a seed of hope.

She was going to stay in her house, but at that moment Carlos and Raquel Rodriguez, close friends of the family, decided to act.

They showed up early, insisting that Lia get dressed and go with them to a Russian restaurant they often frequented.

At first, Lia hesitated. The weight of her depression still pressed her to the ground.

But then, Mari appeared.

Mari Suzuki: I think you should go, mom. You need to breathe the outside air...

Lia Suzuki: Mari... I don’t know...

Mari Suzuki: Mom, please... you can’t stay in this house forever. You are better than this! My mom is a strong woman who never gives up.

Almost without strength, Lia agreed.

Lia Suzuki: Thanks, Mari...

20 minutes later

The restaurant had a cozy atmosphere, with polished wooden tables and the striking aroma of spices filling the air. The walls were decorated with paintings of cold, vast landscapes, contrasting with the human warmth spreading among the customers.

Russian vibes!

Carlos ordered pelmeni, Raquel suggested borscht, and everyone tried different dishes, laughing at Lia’s attempts to get used to new flavors.

Lia didn’t know what to order, so she simply followed her friend’s suggestion and chose borscht.

During the meal, Raquel held Lia’s hand and said firmly:

Raquel Rodriguez: Drowning in sorrow will only make things worse. So, Lia, you need professional support. I can’t comprehend your pain, but as your friend, I will do everything in my power to help you.

Lia remained silent for a few seconds, staring at the paper with the number written down. It was as if she had received a small rope thrown into the abyss.

But before she could dwell on it, the dishes arrived.

Over time, Lia began to loosen up. Carlos and Raquel steered the conversation toward light topics such as travels, old movies, and funny stories from their youth. For a few moments, she managed to step away from the destructive thoughts haunting her.

Everything seemed beautiful and wonderful. Lia tried to stay positive and shield herself against her own mind.

But then...

Memories struck her like a giant wave. Small signs, small aggressions from Takuma over the years

Not physical, but verbal. The constant disrespect, the way he poisoned Sunny and Mari’s childhood with his cruel mindset.

The emotional dependency she carried began to turn into anger, toward him and toward herself.

Lia was no longer miserable; she felt anger... a very strong anger.

Unable to contain it, she abruptly stood up and went to the back of the restaurant. Alone, she let the tears flow... tears of pure rage.

The feeling threw her off balance; she grabbed an empty glass bottle and hurled it against the wall.

The dry sound of shattering echoed like a bomb.

She immediately remembered her youngest son, Sunny, and how she felt like a failure for not being the mother he deserved. Soon after, she collapsed to the ground, sobbing convulsively.

Carlos and Raquel ran to her, finding her in a deplorable state, crying hard and leaning against the garbage container.

Raquel Rodriguez: Lia!

Carlos Rodriguez: You don’t have to carry this alone. Let it out, cry!

They stayed by her side in silence, simply offering their presence. After a few minutes, they helped her pull herself together.

The restaurant owner came to see what was happening and, upon hearing the story, was moved. He decided to give her a coupon for 100% off her next meal there.

After that, the three returned together to finish their meal, trying to restore a bit of normalcy.

The conversation, of course, didn’t return. Lia could barely lift her head.

And after everything was paid, they all headed back home.

As soon as she arrived, Lia threw herself on the couch, wanting only to sleep a little. But before she could drift off, a thought bubbled up in her mind:

Lia Suzuki: Legally, I’m still married to Takuma...

She remembered that, no matter what had happened, in practice nothing had changed.

A wave of anger surged from within her, and she quickly said:

Lia Suzuki: This has to end. I’m going to find a lawyer.

Lia knew Takuma wouldn’t give in, so she would have to resort to legal means.

She decided to go to Nearby City, where she knew trustworthy lawyers and could compare others. Faraway was too small, and she needed someone capable of facing Takuma in a contentious divorce.

But the question was... what about Mari?

She would have to stay away from home for a few days. Would it be wise to bring Mari into this?

Lia shook her head and thought the best solution was for Mari to stay at home. After all, who could guarantee Takuma wouldn’t come back? Who could guarantee there wouldn’t be a break-in? It was better to have at least one person there.

She then went to Mari, who was in her room, and said:

Lia Suzuki: Sweetie, I’ll be spending the next three days in Nearby City.

Mari Suzuki: Okay... but why?

Lia Suzuki: I need to talk to lawyers.

Mari Suzuki: For which purpose, exactly?

Lia Suzuki: Legally I am still married to your father, but... I am done with this. I need to break up with him completely.

Mari Suzuki: Fair point. Do you want me to come with you?

Lia Suzuki: I’m afraid it wouldn’t be possible, nor right, to bring you with me.

Mari Suzuki: But...

Lia Suzuki: You’ll have to take care of yourself during that time.

Mari Suzuki: Well... okay, I guess.

Lia Suzuki: Don’t worry, I will be back in the blink of an eye.

Mari Suzuki: Okay, if you say so.

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Nearby City was covered by a light mist that morning. Lia Suzuki walked with firm steps, but each movement carried the weight of years of humiliation and anger.

She walked with a certain urgency, but not running — trotting. Slower than running and faster than walking.

The place she was going to visit was a law office, one she already knew: Shawn Buendia’s office.

It was on the third floor of an old but well-kept building. Shawn already knew the family: six years earlier, he had been the one to help them in a lawsuit against the doctor who prescribed the wrong medication during Lia’s hospitalization.

At that time, Takuma seemed just like a worried husband, someone who appeared present and even kind.

She climbed the stairs, since the elevator wasn’t working, and when she reached the door, she began knocking.

When Shawn opened the door and saw Lia again, his face lit up with surprise.

Shawn Buendia: Lia… how are you? It’s been ages since we last met.

Lia Suzuki: Yes... but I wish it were under better circumstances.

Shawn Buendia: Right, I assume you didn’t come here for a simple visit, did you? From your expression, it looks serious.

Lia Suzuki: It is!

Shawn Buendia: Well, to solve this kind of legal misfortune, you’ve come to the right place.

Lia Suzuki: Indeed...

Shawn Buendia: Alright... can you give me the details? I need to know what I’m getting into now.

Lia took a deep breath, handing him the folder. Inside, photos of bruises, written accounts, testimonies from friends.

Shawn leafed through slowly, each page revealing a darker side of Takuma he had never imagined.

Shawn Buendia: I… didn’t know he was like this... I never would have imagined Takuma was that kind of person... Especially because during that lawsuit against the doctor, Takuma seemed so different. Attentive, concerned… It’s hard to believe the same man became this.

Lia kept her gaze steady.

Lia Suzuki: He was always like this. He just hid it well. But at home, the violence was constant. Sunny ran away because of him. Mari grew up trying to protect me. I can’t allow this shadow to follow us anymore.

Shawn Buendia: What do you mean? Sunny ran away? Where to?

Lia Suzuki: I... don’t know... it’s been over a month since he ran out of a recital he did with Mari and was never seen again, you know? It hurts too much, I don’t know if my son is alive or if he was killed... oh... I don’t even know what to think anymore.

Said Lia, almost collapsing.

Shawn Buendia: I’m so sorry... I can’t even imagine what’s going through your head right now.

Shawn closed the folder and rested his hands on the desk.

Shawn Buendia: Do the police have any idea of his whereabouts?

Lia Suzuki: They’re as lost as I am, maybe even acting like they don’t care.

Shawn Buendia: We pay taxes until we bleed and this is how we’re rewarded, what a damn shame.

Lia Suzuki: I know...

Shawn Buendia: Anyway, back to the original topic, violent people don’t always show who they are. Many times, they build a mask for the world, but at home they reveal their true nature. What you brought here is solid. We’ll move forward with the divorce. By the way, are you sure the legal route is the only way?

Lia Suzuki: Well, my ex-husband has been acting like a bum lately, seems like alcoholism got the best of him... he doesn’t have a fixed residence as far as I know, so there’s no way to locate him, and even if we did, I doubt he’d agree to sign a mutual divorce.

Shawn then stood up from his chair and said:

Shawn Buendia: Anyway, about the payment, it can be half now and half after the case is finished, what do you think?

Lia Suzuki: Ok, that works for me.

Shawn stood up and extended his hand to Lia, and she shook it as a sign of agreement.

3 days later

The courtroom was silent. After all, what did you expect? That it would be noisy like a rave in the middle of the desert? 

Lia Suzuki sat firmly, but her eyes betrayed sleepless nights. Beside her, Mari held her hand, trying to give her courage.

Takuma, in a completely predictable manner, was not present. He had even been located two days earlier, but simply didn’t care about this hearing. That fact was extremely relevant to the judge’s thinking.

The judge adjusted his glasses and began:

Judge: The defendant, Takuma Suzuki, did not appear. The case proceeds by default.

No surprise... period!

Lia opened a folder and handed it to the judge. Inside, photos of bruises on her arms and back. Each image was a scar frozen in time. The judge frowned but kept a neutral posture.

Shawn Buendia: These pieces of evidence demonstrate recurring domestic violence. Furthermore, I must reiterate that in past interactions with the couple, her former husband was very good at portraying himself as a good Samaritan, even though he was not in fact one.

Judge: Hmm... Alright, would you like to add anything else?

Shawn Buendia: Yes, Your Honor, I have two witnesses who will testify today.

Judge: Very well, are these witnesses already at the courthouse?

Shawn Buendia: Yes, they’re in the room next door.

Judge: Then, call them in.

Kel and Kim were then called into the courtroom.

Kel volunteered to testify first. The judge asked him to introduce himself, and he did. It was impossible to deny his nervousness; he took a deep breath before speaking:

Kel Rodriguez: I was there at the recital. I saw Sunny smash the violin in anger and run away. It was desperate. And at the back of the venue, I saw Takuma yelling at Lia, blaming her for everything. That marked me. It was the day I realized Sunny didn’t do that without reason.

Then, Kim was called. Her voice carried indignation:

Kim Nakamura: I’ll never forget the day Takuma tried to break into Mari’s house during a sleepover. We were all there to support her. He was drunk, shouting, trying to force his way in. We, her friends, stood in front of him. He was pushed out and ended up being beaten by some of us, because there was no other way to stop something worse from happening. If we hadn’t acted, I don’t know what would have happened that night.

The silence that followed was heavy. Each testimony was a piece of a dark puzzle: Takuma not only destroyed his wife’s trust, but created a suffocating atmosphere that pushed Sunny away, contaminating even the innocent moments of childhood.

Author: Damn you, Takuma!

The judge sighed, signing the documents. The sound of the pen against the paper echoed like a final verdict.

Judge: The divorce is decreed. Custody of Mari remains with the mother.

Lia took a deep breath. There were no tears, only a heavy emptiness. It was as if life had made a clean but deep cut. Mari squeezed her hand tightly.

Outside, Takuma was probably drinking in some forgotten bar, unaware that at that very moment his family had been officially dissolved.

Chapter Text

Lia and Mari

It was early afternoon, and on that particular day, the house where Lia and Mari lived had a peculiar smell—not because something bad had happened, but simply because cooking leaves a smell.

What did you expect?

Anyway…

The smell of melted butter mixed with garlic sizzling filled the Suzuki kitchen, like steam filling a sauna cubicle.

Mari stirred the frying pan with extra care, since she had burned herself some time ago while cooking an omelet.

Today’s dish was different.

She was turning the pieces of filet mignon so they would be cooked just right.

But she wasn’t alone.

Beside her, Lia washed the peeled English potatoes, placing them into a pot of boiling water.

The rice was steaming in another pot in the background.

Mmm… the smell of homemade food… delicious.

The menu for today was:

- Filet Mignon

- Rice

- Boiled Potatoes

Safe to say, the two had excellent culinary taste.

Mari looked at her mother and smiled.

Mari Suzuki: Look at us! We’re becoming a duo of chefs.

Lia laughed softly, feeling the lightness of daily life calm her amidst the chaos of recent times.

Lia Suzuki: You know, I love cooking! I’ve always loved it since I was little, since I was the daughter of a chef. It’s in my blood. And you know what I love even more? Doing this with you, my daughter. It’s so nice to share these activities with you!

Mari Suzuki: That’s exactly how you should say it! We should do this more often.

Lia Suzuki: I agree.

After a while, the food was ready.

They spent time together, talking and eating.

It lasted longer than they expected, and Mari was startled when she saw the time.

It was 4:40 PM.

She had 20 minutes left before the commitment she had scheduled for today.

PS: In reality, she wanted to spend time with Hero and used the excuse of studying together so they could not only help each other academically but also share experiences as a couple.

Mari Suzuki: Oh Mom, I’m leaving in five minutes.

Lia frowned, wanting to know why.

Lia Suzuki: Oh, but why?

Mari Suzuki: I have an appointment at 5 PM. I’m meeting my study group, you know, I need to start high school well and I’ll meet some friends for that.

Lia Suzuki: Hmm…

Lia gave her daughter a suspicious look, thinking maybe that wasn’t exactly what she was going to do.

Mari Suzuki: What’s with that look, Mom?

Lia Suzuki: Well... take care and have fun!

Mari Suzuki: Okay…

Lia Suzuki: Just one warning! Be very careful and don’t do anything stupid! I don’t want you becoming a mom in your teens!

Mari Suzuki: MOM!

Lia then gave her daughter advice about the dangers of the world. Even though Mari already knew, it was a subtle hint since Lia suspected she was going to see Henry, her boyfriend. She chose not to interrogate further, limiting herself to advice.

When Mari left, the house sank into sepulchral silence.

Lia hated that feeling of emptiness, as if her own company was torture.

She tried to distract herself by:

- Watching something on TV

- Making coffee with milk while listening to the radio

- Getting ahead on the next day’s work tasks

But nothing seemed to fill the existential void.

So she left the house in search of fresh air and a moment to look at the stars.

But she couldn’t see a damn thing—it was cloudy.

She wandered the streets, trying to think of something else, when she saw a flyer announcing a free stand-up show.

Lia Suzuki: At this hour it must have already started…

The show was already underway, but Lia thought:

Lia Suzuki: (…Ah, screw it! Ten minutes won’t hurt…)

She went to the small theater.

Entering discreetly, she found a seat at the back. The stage was lit, and there was Marvin Russell, a Black comedian with short hair and slightly overweight.

Marvin Russell: Folks, do you know why the English national team doesn’t serve juice? Because they don’t have cups for it!

The audience burst into laughter, and Lia, to her own surprise, laughed too.

She understood enough about soccer to get the joke about trophies and cups.

She laughed genuinely, something she hadn’t done in a long time.

And so it went on for another hour, until the show ended, surrounded by applause.

As people dispersed, Lia decided to try talking to the comedian.

To her surprise, it was easy to approach him. He wasn’t famous enough to need security, and he actually enjoyed chatting with fans—respectfully, of course.

Lia Suzuki: You were amazing, you know. It’s been a long time since I laughed… you really helped improve my mood.

Marvin widened his eyes, surprised.

Marvin Russell: Really? Wow, thank you! I’m glad I helped brighten your day, even a little.

Lia Suzuki: You’re very talented. I bet you have lots of fans.

Marvin Russell: Actually, I’m pretty underground in this world. Normally I don’t talk to anyone after shows, I just go home and wait for the next gig.

Lia Suzuki: Oh, I see.

Marvin Russell: You’re the first person to come backstage to talk to me in a long time. That’s why I’m surprised.

They started talking a lot.

First about the show, then about music, old movies, and even food. Marvin shared funny childhood stories, and Lia responded with memories of Mari and Sunny—some painful, others sweet. Time passed without them noticing.

Hours later, on the sidewalk outside the theater, Marvin looked at her and said:

Marvin Russell: It was great talking to you. You’re really smart! I love chatting with people like that.

Lia Suzuki: Same here.

Lia hesitated, but decided to take a chance. She wrote her number on a piece of paper.

Lia Suzuki: If you’d like to talk again… here’s my phone.

Marvin Russell: Sure, I’ll add it to my contacts.

He accepted without resistance, gladly.

Lia Suzuki: Well, I need to go, my daughter is waiting for me. Call me if you want.

Marvin Russell: No problem, we’ll talk later.

They said goodbye, and Lia disappeared into the horizon.

Mari and Hero

Mari arrived at Henry’s house—or better, Hero, as everyone called him. She wanted to be close to her boyfriend and spend quality time with him, especially since her life had been turned upside down.

It had been three months since Sunny’s disappearance, and she found in Henry a source of comfort, her safe harbor during these miserable times.

After all the small talk, the two went to his room and began reviewing the subjects their teachers had said would be on the curriculum.

They wanted to get ahead, not because they were nerds, but because it was the perfect excuse to spend time together without being questioned or closely watched.

Math, literature, biology, English…

Several subjects to review, and it was more exhausting than it seemed.

Mari Suzuki: I can’t stand quadratic equations anymore… so boring.

Henry laughed, running his hand through his hair.

Henry Rodriguez: Relax, Mari. If we survive this, college will be a piece of cake.

They were only 15 years old and weren’t seriously thinking about college yet. But they knew that soon enough, the subject would come back to haunt them. For now, it was enough to survive the tests and assignments.

Still, their time together wasn’t without restrictions.

The bedroom door had to stay open at all times. No one actively watched them, but it was enough to hear if something strange happened.

So, no fooling around.

Meanwhile in the Living Room

Kel was immersed in his video game. He loved soccer and was playing the latest edition of the FIFA franchise—FIFA 2006.

But he wasn’t alone. He was teaching the basics to his friend, Basil Delaney.

Kelsey Rodriguez: See, Basil? You have to pass the ball quickly, or the opponent will steal it.

Basil, a bit clumsy, tried to keep up.

Basil Delaney: Ah, damn, I was too slow!

Kelsey Rodriguez: Now try to get the ball back, go! Slide tackle!

The player on screen made a foul tackle.

Kelsey Rodriguez: Nice! That’s defensive grit!

It was just a friendly match against the CPU on the easiest level, but Basil was giving his best since he barely knew what to do, and Kel was helping him.

It was Basel vs. Barcelona.

Kel found it odd that Basil had picked a Swiss league team.

Kelsey Rodriguez: Basil, why did you pick this team?

Basil Delaney: What do you mean?

Kelsey Rodriguez: You had all these options:

- Real Madrid

- Bayern

- Manchester United

- Valencia

- Porto

- Lyon

- Arsenal

- Chelsea

Why choose this one?

Basil looked at him and said:

Basil Delaney: Because it looks like my name.

Basel and Basil only differ by one letter.

Kel understood the reason but thought it was a bit silly. Still, he didn’t say anything. He preferred to see his friend happy rather than argue about it.

The match ended 2–2.

Basil looked at his friend with a smile.

Basil Delaney: I never thought I’d enjoy this… but it’s fun.

Kel grinned, excited.

Kelsey Rodriguez: That’s it! Welcome to the world of gaming.

Basil Delaney: Later, will you teach me how to play The Sims?

Kelsey Rodriguez: Of course! But for now, focus on the game!

Sunny

Sunny no longer knew how to count the days. Time had become a shapeless mass of cold nights and gray mornings.

Who cares, anyway?

Since the recital, his life had been a constant escape from the dangers of the world.

He wasn’t under a bridge, but inside an abandoned building where he had taken refuge.

The place was in the heart of Lef Troid City. The city, in demographic collapse, was a maze of deserted streets, closed factories, and buildings that served as shelters for the homeless and criminals.

But how did Sunny escape all this?

Simple.

With effort, he dragged a steel door to the entrance of the room and locked it with heavy chains. It was his way of sealing off the outside world. Inside, the space smelled of mold and rust, but it was all he had.

Now the burning question was:

How had Sunny survived?

The answer was more complicated than it seemed.

Sunny lived off petty thefts, temporary jobs, and charity. Sometimes he got work at a pizzeria, but the money barely paid for bread, cheap rice, and a few basic necessities.

Bathing was rare. For that, he paid for a dirt-cheap gym membership—not to train, but just to use the shower.

On days when there was nothing, he went to community soup kitchens.

Free food—who would refuse that in his vulnerable situation?

And it was necessary, since Sunny was thin, his bones starting to show under his skin.

His face, once childlike, was now dry like a desert.

Sometimes, sitting on the cold floor of the basement, he remembered the scene: the broken violin, and everything else.

Sunny Suzuki: If it weren’t for that recital, I wouldn’t be here.

Sad, but true.  

Chapter Text

Sunny

After two years wandering the streets, Sunny no longer believed he would ever have a roof over his head again. The cold nights, sometimes in Lef Troit City, sometimes along the adjacent roads, had shaped him into a solitary wanderer. At 14 years old, he felt abandoned like a stray dog, hopeless.

It was in Orlando that his luck began to change. An elderly man named Chilton, who had recently lost his wife and had no children, found the boy sitting in an alley, exhausted.

Sunny was in a corner: frightened, dirty, and traumatized.

Chilton immediately wanted to calm the boy.

Chilton Myers: You look tired, kid...

Sunny Suzuki: ...

Chilton Myers: Are you alone? Do you have anyone with you?

Sunny Suzuki: I’m alone...

Chilton observed him in silence for a few seconds, remembering his own poor childhood 75 years ago. He recalled the trauma of absent parents and living in misery.

PS: Chilton was now 86 years old.

He remembered that no one had ever helped him escape that life, and how much he had suffered to achieve something dignified.

He thought:

Chilton Myers (thinking): (...I barely know this boy, but I already feel sorry for him... I know what he’s going through, and I don’t want him to suffer what I suffered... but should I help him?)

Chilton hesitated, afraid Sunny might actually be someone malicious pretending to be vulnerable. 

But when he analyzed his appearance, he saw the heavy truth: misery written all over his face. 

A traumatized, skinny boy.

So he said:

Chilton Myers: I know what it’s like to have nothing. I know what it’s like to live on the streets in miserable poverty. I don’t know what happened to you, but right now, that doesn’t matter.

Sunny Suzuki: ...

Chilton Myers: You know, would you like to come with me? I have space at home. Since my wife died, I’ve felt like psychological wreck. So, you know? I wouldn’t complain about having someone to talk to.

Sunny felt a spark of hope. Someone had extended a hand to him. Should he trust this man? Was there still genuine kindness in the world? He was so broken that, seeing a chance, he decided to take it.

Sunny Suzuki: All right... I guess.

Chilton Myers: Good, follow me.

They walked for a few minutes and arrived at the old man’s house. It was large and spacious, perfect for a big family, but far too big for an elderly man with mobility problems. Cleaning it was complicated.

Chilton Myers: Here we are!

Sunny Suzuki: Wow, this house is huge.

Chilton Myers: I know, but for me it’s a nightmare.

Sunny Suzuki: What do you mean?

Chilton Myers: I can barely bend down, cleaning certain places is impossible, and I don’t have the energy for it. I do what I can, but it’s not much.

Sunny Suzuki: ...

Chilton Myers: Don’t worry about that for now, one thing at time. But tell me, are you hungry?

Sunny nodded.

Chilton Myers: Well, what do you say we share a store-bought lasagna?

Sunny smiled, moved by being welcomed by someone with a good heart. He hugged the old man.

Sunny Suzuki: Thank you...

Chilton hugged him back and felt he had done the right thing.

Lia & Marvin

Lia never imagined that, after so many nights of anguish, she could once again feel the lightness of a spontaneous smile. Marvin, with his easygoing and humorous nature, brought exactly that.

Their outings began simply: a coffee after a comedy show, a walk in the park, laughter over trivial things. The two friends were genuinely enjoying themselves.

By his side, Lia felt calm. There were no demands, no suffocating weight like the one she carried during her time with Takuma. Marvin knew how to listen, respected her time, and when he spoke, it was to bring some joy

Raquel and Carlos, parents of Kelsey and Henry, liked Marvin. Whenever they all went out together, the atmosphere was cheerful thanks to the noble comedian.

In private, Carlos pointed something out to Lia:

Carlos Rodriguez: He seems like someone who really cares about you.

Lia Suzuki: Absolutely, he’s a great friend and I truly value his company.

As more occasions like this repeated, Lia realized something deeper could blossom. It wasn’t just friendly companionship — she noticed the genuine affection Marvin showed her.

Even on days when Lia had emotional relapses remembering Sunny, she couldn’t erase the pain of a mother missing her son. Marvin understood this and did everything possible to comfort her.

He didn’t want to see someone he cared about suffer that way.

This was only the beginning. Much more was yet to unfold.

Mari & Hero

Mari walked across the campus clutching her notebooks tightly. College was a new world, full of possibilities and discoveries.

She had chosen to study music, while Henry pursued gastronomy. Even though his parents had suggested medicine, Henry stood firm in his convictions.

But don’t think for a second it was easy. Mari often tried to appear strong, crying only when she was alone or in Henry’s company. Therapy helped, but there were still days of relapse. After all, you can’t forget someone you grew up with and loved dearly. Mari truly missed her little brother.

Henry was her constant support. He knew when to speak and when to simply be present. On nights when Mari felt suffocated by her thoughts, he reminded her she wasn’t alone. Henry treated the situation with great care, knowing how sensitive the subject was.

Meanwhile, they were beginning the courses that would guide them toward the careers they both dreamed of.

Kim, Basil, Vance, Charlene, Aubrey, Angel, Kel, Cris & Mikhael

High school was, for each of them, the greatest challenge they had faced so far. They weren’t adults yet — one step at time.

Basil always carried his Polaroid camera around his neck, capturing moments he found beautiful, often flowers and plants. He imagined himself working as a photographer.

Kim was fascinated by fossils and paleontology books, spending hours researching ancient eras and imagining herself as a paleontologist — though she thought dinosaurs were a bit overrated.

Aubrey, determined and practical, envisioned herself designing structures and machines, firmly set on becoming a mechanical engineer. She liked things most girls ignored, making her a lone wolf in that field.

Kel trained tirelessly on the basketball court, each shot carrying the hope of a professional future in the NBA or EuroLeague. The sky was the limit for this orange-juice-and-caffeine enthusiast.

Vance tuned his guitar every time he played, often daydreaming about performing for thousands of people, imagining himself as the new Mark Knopfler.

Angel loved talking about investigations and justice, dissecting famous criminal cases, which fueled his dream of becoming a police investigator.

Charlene adored writing and dreamed of being a great author. For now, she wrote fanfics, but soon she planned to transition to more ambitious works.

Cris had the most obvious dream: becoming a professional swimmer.

Each of them, in their own way, sought to build something greater than high school itself. For now, though, the focus was on surviving those three years.

Takuma

Takuma was no longer the man he once appeared to be. The veneer of respectability had worn off, revealing the dark side he had hidden for so long.

His downfall was evident. After assaulting a woman who rejected his advances, he found himself in serious legal trouble.

Many wondered how Lia hadn’t seen this side of him earlier. The truth was that Takuma either hid it well or changed after marriage. Out of fear of harming her family, Lia endured more than she should have. But when Sunny left, she realized she could no longer sustain the façade. Divorce, once feared, became inevitable.

Now, Takuma faced the consequences of his choices alone. Without family support, without community respect, utterly isolated.

And very much deserved.