At this moment, the last two people I wanted to see appeared at the door. I knew Tyrone was very tempted to say, "I don't know them."
But Angela looked unwell, and after glancing at me, he decided to let them in.
"Come in," Tyrone said.
It had been three hours since we locked Angela outside. Had she been standing there the whole time?
In a way, she truly was unbelievable.
After making a preliminary judgment that Angela could still breathe, Tyrone decided to call our family doctor to check her condition. I thought the most important thing to check was Angela's brain. Who would linger in someone else's doorway like that?
"Are you okay?"
After helping Angela inside and letting her lie half-reclined on the sofa, Sean looked at me.
I shook my head. "Why ask me?"
"You look a bit pale,"
