"Harry?" I asked with a furrowed brow. I couldn't believe it was him standing in front of me. His face was haggard and weary, and he looked thin. The clothes he wore appeared somewhat rumpled. He stood at the door, gazing sorrowfully.
"Not asleep yet?" he asked, making small talk. I shook my head.
"Come in," I said.
After two weeks since leaving the house, this was the first time Harry visited us.
The man complied, stepping hesitantly into our small, quiet house. It was half-past seven in the evening, and no more customers were coming.
Online, my shop closes at eight in the evening. That's the last hour every chat is answered. However, offline, the shop closed at five this afternoon. Nadia and Emma had gone home since then, and chats with buyers continued to be answered from home. Lik
