Lawrence.
Actually, I still did not understand why she was still angry.
The thought lingered stubbornly in my mind as I stood there outside her door, staring at the silence that greeted me instead of her voice.
Some habits truly never changed.
Even after six years.
Whenever Theresa got angry with us, she always did this—completely shutting herself away from everyone for an entire day as though the rest of the world no longer existed.
Back then, we used to ignore her too.
At least for a while.
And eventually, she would come back on her own, looking for our attention again, pretending like nothing had happened.
But now…things were different, somehow, it felt like we were the ones seeking her attention instead.
And strangely enough, I didn't mind, not even a little.
I had stood there longer than necessary, waiting patiently for her to give me permission to come inside, hoping she would eventually respond.
