Chapter 45

Seeing that boy a few steps away from me, my head throbbed with pain, a faint memory revealing itself in my mind.

I was carrying a box into the kitchen; I couldn't believe we still had boxes after two weeks of moving. Well, part of the fault was with the shipping company. Instead of having all our things in one shipment, they arrived in parts.

I placed the box on the kitchen table, letting out a long sigh. Vivaldi's Four Seasons echoed throughout the house; my parents were classical music fans.

The doorbell rang, surprising me. We had never had visitors except for deliveries, and those were usually in the mornings, and it was almost dusk.

I walked out into the living room to find my parents with the same puzzled expression I probably had. The doorbell rang again, and we all walked to the door, my father peeking through the clear glass on the side of it.

He opened the door, revealing three people bundled up in coats, hats, and gloves. An older lady smiled at us, “Hello, we ar