My eyes were reddened as the tears continued to flow, and every so often, I would take a long sniff, a desperate measure to stop my nose from running.
All I wanted was a proper homecoming; that was why I had informed them on time. I wouldn’t even make it on the day I planned, and I came a day later, yet no one would think of cleaning up my room.
With teary, unfocused eyes, I surveyed the area—my room that looked more like an abandoned house, the type you see in haunted places. Only everything was still as I left it.
The towel I had kept on the chair in my hurry to go out. The clothes on my bed that I hadn’t bothered to keep away.
I was far from the house when Toby had ‘kidnapped’ me, and he didn’t let me out of his sight to go back to the pack to pick up anything or even tidy up.
But
