I said those words without stuttering, like I had always wanted them to come out of my mouth, and when given the chance, I took them seriously and effectively. However, I cannot forget the reaction from his eyes before I went up to my room. The sadness, remorse, and begging were there. And I cannot do anything but let him feel those feelings.
Rolling over and over again on my bed for the nth time now, I frowned and decided to sit down. It's been an hour now since I left him there in the kitchen, and I had always been thinking about him, wondering if he was able to find a room in the guestrooms or not. Or if he was comfortable sleeping in those?
I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes tightly. Okay, Pennelope! He's already of age, okay? He can do it all on his own!
I nodded and tried to
