"Fukube, your mother is home!" said Mr. Takizoe in his flat tone. When she said that, her words didn't sound like joy or longing, it felt like an ordinary one.
"Yes," Fukube replied calmly.
"...." Actually Mr. Takizoe couldn't be honest about this but, as soon as they got home, so many cars were parked and several brothers wearing all black clothes even Kisaki's parents came.
Fukube's mother's return was so sudden that she didn't tell him, she thought what was this? Did they all welcome mom home? he thought in surprise.
The white car was parked in the middle of the yard.
"Dad, is mom really home?" somehow Fukube felt so anxious. In his heart he said, "This is strange! This is very strange, what exactly is meant by the word 'Home' spoken by father?"
