Peter sat in a van that was moving fast with a broken heart. Because this had passed for hours and minutes, and every minute that passed was life and death of Noona, about two hours before he reached New Jersey. Peter thought back to the morning when he came in the car. He really wanted to hear the youngster's voice.
“Pete… Noona, can I ask you something?” said Noona, turning her head to the side of Peter, who was behind the wheel of the car. who are heading to the concert hall at the appointed time
"Okay...but the terms we've agreed on are still there," Peter replied, turning to meet the eyes of his wife sitting next to him. just a glance and turned back to look at the road ahead.
“You idiot… and every day that you are living doesn't compensate for anything?” Noona said half-sullen and dissatisfied.
