"He didn't even drink tonight. How is he acting drunk?" Hayden said with a blush on his face before hurrying back to his room.

"Hey! Why are you blushing?! He is your daddy! Didn't you come all the way to Ylore to help him?" Mike chased after him.

Mike heard a loud bang. It was Hayden slamming the door shut, keeping Mike out of his room.

Two days later, the three returned home from Ylore, and Avery went to pick them up from the airport.

She sighed a breath of relief after seeing them with her eyes, all safe and sound.

"Mike, thanks for looking after them," said Avery.

"You're welcome," Mike said before leaning closer to Avery and whispering, "Talk to your husband! He has been really depressed lately."

Avery could tell that Elliot had gotten thinner; his face was pale, and he seemed exhausted. He looked ill.

"You and Hayden should go home. I'll take him out for a walk before heading home," Avery said.

"Alright. We'll get going!" Mike grabbed Hayden by the shoulders and left.