At nightfall, Roland sat on his bed in his room upstairs, fingers wrapped around each other, and staring into the empty space.
It began raining a few hours ago, just after his conversation with his father. The atmosphere was oddly calm with not much noise coming from the streets outside. But that was until a knock sounded on the door.
Roland lifted his gaze. “Lauren,” he muttered. Drawing a deep breath, he stood on his feet, walked over, and opened the door.
As expected, Lauren stood on the doorstep, eyes glistening under the light bulb. She didn’t say a word, but the look on her face said it all. She was here for answers.
“Lauren.”
“Please don’t,” Lauren cut in with sad eyes. “Don’t shut me out. I understand I need to focus on my studies, but I also want to know what is happening her
