I moved back into Charles' place once again.
His parents had learned about Howard's passing and my poor health condition. Filled with guilt, they insisted that Charles take good care of me.
My fingerprint was still saved on the door lock. I only moved my belongings into the guest room.
Charles stood frozen in the doorway, lost in thought. After a long pause, he finally spoke. "When's my birthday?"
I looked at him in confusion and noticed his eyes were red. I struggled to recall the passcode I'd entered that day. "07211993."
"Brenda, did you ever like me? Even just a little bit?" he asked again.
The air felt heavy and awkward. I stayed silent.
Charles kept going, his voice tight. "I checked the central system. The first day you moved in, Elliot forgot to register your fingerprint. Th
