After dinner, Bella and Dax chatted in his room. Dax lay on the bed while Bella sat beside him, leaning against the headboard. She played with her son's soft hair, listening attentively as he recounted his day.
Dax excitedly spoke of his time training with Geoffrey while playing in the white sand. After that, he returned home and rested. They decided not to venture outside after lunch due to the sun's intense heat. However, they boarded a boat at noon and set off for a fishing trip.
"Fishing was so much fun, Mom. I caught a fish today!" Dax's eyes beamed enthusiastically, but his expression slowly changed a few seconds later.
"Huh? What's wrong, baby? Why do you look so sad?" Bella sat straight up, concerned that something had happened to him.
"I only caught one fish for the whole day, while the others could catch plenty of fish. I wish Dad were here. I want to go fishing with Dad..." Dax took a deep breath as he turned his gaze to the ceiling.
