Seattle 07:15 pm.
Evan began to get restless waiting for his father who never came. The boy was wearing blue jeans combined with a white shirt with black stars motif. He sat on the terrace, precisely in the middle of the short staircase overlooking the courtyard, silently waiting for his father who had broken his promise.
"Evan. Now let's eat. Mommy has made your favorite sausage omelet," said Adriana, who had just come from the living room. She lowered her head, took hold of her son's shoulder, and looked at him with pity.
"Is daddy dying? Why hasn't he come... could he have forgotten?" asked Evan angrily. His eyes were red as if he couldn't hold back the disappointment and annoyance of waiting so long.
Adriana sighed, looked at the page, and stood back up. She reached into her smartphone in her trouser pocket then tried to call Mark. 'He's so outrageous. He shouldn't have made a promise with Evan if he couldn't keep it!' She was annoyed.
