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The moment he laid his eyes on me, I knew there was going to be a big problem. His eyes were red, and his hands shook. What is his problem?

"Have you decided to come home?" He asked rhetorically. I disliked his tone.

I was taken aback by how bitter he sounded. Then he placed both hands in his pocket and breathed out. His breath came out in a puff of smoke. For how long has he been outside? The cold air was really something else at night.

"Were you waiting for me?" I asked instead, worried about his red eyes.

He scoffed. "Have you forgotten the contract? I said you must ask for my permission before doing anything! Is that so hard for you to understand?!"

I couldn't take his harsh words any longer. "Why are you so upset?"

He pointed accusatory fingers at me. "The fact that you chose today of all days to leave—am I making you uncomfortable that much?"

My eyes widened incredulously. What is he saying now? Who knew wh