Chapter 7

A plump, pale thing came toddling toward him. Man, that looks delicious. His mouth watered immediately—it reminded him of cotton candy. The kind his dad used to press into his hand whenever they went to the amusement park. Normally, his dad strictly forbade it, saying it would give him cavities, but the amusement park was always the exception. ‘Just one?’ ‘Two if you share with Daddy.’ He’d been happy. When other people heard someone lived alone with their dad, they usually pictured something gloomy, but Inwoo’s dad was a good, kindhearted man. He wished he could see him in his dreams more often. Was he too busy flying around on a cloud to visit? He could drop by once in