Ignatius Leclair quietly watched Delphine as she made a phone call, recalling her unusual behavior today. In fact, she had been acting strangely for several days now, giving off a sense of emotional distance—neither too close nor too far. Earlier, when he was caught up in his own troubles, Delphine hadn't taken the opportunity to put him down, but now that he was safe and sound, the sense of detachment had become glaringly obvious.
Ignatius had a fleeting thought pass through his mind. Without saying a word, he went downstairs to buy medication.
Delphine hung up the phone, her smile still lingering on her face, only to see Ignatius walk over and say in a low voice, "Let's go home."
After speaking, the man turned and left. He didn't cling to her like he usually did; in fact, he didn't even hold her hand. It was almost as if he were a stranger.
Delphine felt confused but also let out a small sigh of relief.
