At the restaurant, Laura laid out the completed dishes on the table.

"Come with me for a second, Avery," Laura called out to her daughter.

Avery followed her mother and walked toward the bathroom.

"Did you and Elliot get into a fight?" Laura asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Avery responded, her face void of emotion.

Perhaps it was because she had been disappointed so many times that she became numb to the feeling.

"It is. You look like a couple that's on the verge of divorce," said Laura. "The expression on your faces is exactly what your father and I looked like when we went to sign the divorce papers."

Avery could not hold back a laugh.

"We didn't talk about the divorce. It's just… About having kids… We can't talk about it."

"I see. Is he still not willing to have kids? Did he say why?"

Avery shook her head and said, "He has depression. Every time I think about that, I tell myself not to dwell on things."

"That poor thing." Laura sighed. "What's the point of having all of that