Becky’s emotions surged within her like a tempest, an amalgamation of seething anger and profound shame, as she descended the stairs, finally emerging from the seclusion of her room after the morning incident with Roman. Each step resonated with her escalating frustration, propelling her towards the living room.
The atmosphere in the house was deceivingly serene, with the warm glow of the morning sun filtering in through the windows and glass walls and the soft melody of Lucy’s gentle humming.
When she finally walked into the living room, Becky almost believed the elder woman was oblivious to her presence, since her back was turned and she meticulously dusted the furniture as though she had all the time in the world and no worries. But Lucy proved her wrong when she broke off her humming
