Elizalde's POV
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After thanking the cab driver, I closed the car door and took a deep breath, watching as the vehicle drove away.
The surroundings were bright, thanks to the solar post that provided ample lighting on all the footpaths in the front yard.
As I stepped towards the house, my heart began to pound with anticipation, wondering if Lizzie was still awake.
Upon entering the house, I couldn't help but feel a sudden loneliness in the air, which made me feel guilty. I realized I had contributed to this mess by not being considerate enough to message her beforehand. I should have known better.
As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that the light was on along with the hallway. I washed my hands before examining the cooking pans that were out to dry. I couldn't help but furrow my bro
