Tristan spoke up, his voice cautious. "Well, Frankie, what do you mean 'us'? You said you just wanted to talk."
Cisco nodded, his eyes locked onto Tristan's. "Yes, I just want to talk, but about us."
Tristan sighed, taking a big gulp of his wine. He shook his head, taking deep breaths as if preparing himself for the conversation.
Tristan summoned his courage and said, "Tristan, I already told you, Iā"
Cisco cut him off. "Yes, you don't want to talk about us. You don't want to go back to us. But seriously, can you tell me why? Give me a reason, and I will really let you go."
Tristan smiled calmly. "Okay, maybe if you thought about just your daughter, Frudi, and Dylan...come on, have you liked seeing both of them together? Bad parenting actually affected our children, but now they're helping themselves live a perfect life. I can't go back to you or revisit our past. It will scatter everything."
