From that day on, I stayed in my room all day, every day.
I only went downstairs for meals; the rest of the time, I avoided everyone whenever I could.
The entire Locke household seemed to fall into sudden silence.
Evangeline was unusually quiet as well, no longer coming to bother me.
Time quickly passed until the seventh day.
In the morning, after washing up and preparing to go downstairs for breakfast, I opened my door and saw Marielle standing outside, a remarkably gentle smile on her face.
She was holding a delicate shopping bag.
With a cold expression, I asked,
“Do you need something?”
I had been maintaining this attitude for a while.
Several times, Marielle had tried to create some sort of “mother–daughter bond,” but I brushed her off every time.
She held the bag up in fron
