Chapter 43. The Familiar Smell of Ramen

ERIC's POV

"A few days before they were killed, I overheard them making plans. They wanted us to move from the house. It was supposed to be one of their surprises for my upcoming birthday, but I found out even before." She said and then let out a sad chortle. "It would have been the best day of my life because even though I had overheard them, my curiosity hadn't stilled for once. I was excited to move from the neighborhood. Also, mom used to always make me Ramen with lots of spicy kimchi since we were Korean."

How didn't I know that? I wondered to myself. How did her file not say anything about her real nationality? But, now that she said it, I couldn't help but notice the similarities in the looks.

"I miss having mom's special Ramen, she used to make the best of it." She said and leaned into my shoulder. Noticing that, I stilled for a moment. She had just put her head on my shoulder. Was it happening? Are we bonding now? "And, I miss coming home to the smell of b