Ellen POV
"What's wrong?" I asked, pretending not to know anything.
Wilma's fingers intertwined with each other. Her expression was unstable. It seemed like she was afraid I would report her actions to my dad.
"You're home already." Wilma's voice stuttered.
"Yeah, I am," I said.
Wilma looked into my room. She checked my window. I looked back too.
"What's wrong, Wilma?" I asked again.
"Did you happen to be looking out the window?" Wilma asked.
"I shook my head. "I was busy writing. I didn't have time to relax at the window," I replied.
"Really?" Wilma couldn't believe it.
I exhaled. I pretended to be distracted by Wilma's arrival in my room.
"I don't want to be disturbed, Wilma. Do your own thing." I was about to close the door, but Wilma held it back.
Wilma looked at me angrily
