(Nafas)
I stared at the light spilling in from beneath my bedroom door.
I bit the corner of my nail. My fingertip burned. I was standing between the wardrobe and the wall, hidden in the darkness of my room.
He was home.
I was hiding here.
The sound of his footsteps approaching my room made my whole body tremble.
His shadow appeared behind the door, blocking out what little light there was.
He laughed.
I trembled even harder.
The door to my room opened, and I pressed myself against the wall.
He smelled of alcohol.
It was as if he had some kind of sensor attached to him, because he immediately turned his head and looked at me hiding in the darkness.
He tilted his head.
“I thought you were afraid of the dark.”
The look in his eyes...
His harsh, serious expression...
Could he k
