'He's back'. She thought.
She adjusted her robe before closing the curtains on her windows. Thereafter, she laid back on her bed.
'Should I go see him?' She thought.
'No. He doesn't care about me, so I shouldn't care either. And, even if I did care, when I go to see him, what do I say? He'll probably just be his normal self towards me'. She muttered silently to herself.
She contemplated on going down to see him or not, and reluctantly, she stood up from her bed and headed downstairs.
Alexander staggered his way upstairs, not noticing her presence. He reeked of alcohol, and Hilda had to cover her nose from inhaling more of his stench.
"He must be drunk". She said, as she followed him upstairs to his room.
"What's wrong with me? What am I doing?" She asked herself.
