It was already evening, yet Ellie still hadn't stepped out of the room.
The curtains were drawn, leaving the room unusually quiet and dim. She had barely moved from the bed since morning. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and the silence around her seemed to make everything feel even heavier.
Downstairs, Mrs. Lila had just returned from a meeting.
“How is Ellie?” she asked as she placed her bag on the table.
“She still hasn't come out,” Eddie replied.
Mrs. Lila sighed. “Give her some time. She needs to process everything.”
Eddie nodded, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he should do something.
A few minutes later, he found himself pacing around the room, unsure of what to say. His mother's words from earlier kept playing in his mind.
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