He remained silent, and to me, it felt like an eternity. I pleaded with my eyes for him to say something, but he didn’t. Then, as if nothing was wrong, he got up and left me there, alone. I tried to hold back my tears, and in the minutes it took me to do so, he had disappeared. I searched the rooms until I found his office door closed. I knocked softly, but there was no response.
“Please, let’s talk. You always say we should talk things over and not go to bed angry,” I said nervously, but nothing happened. Everything remained silent.
I leaned against the door and slid down to the floor, staying there for hours with my head between my knees. Honestly, I lost track of time, but eventually, he opened the door, and I fell back onto the floor.
“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked immediately, a
