Watching the girl close the door, Ave Carlisle took a deep breath and looked towards the neighboring house.
The ground floors of these buildings each had a separate entrance and were only divided by hedges.
She slowly stepped down the stairs and then turned towards the house next door. Hesitating in front of the steps, she finally bit her lip and climbed up, one step, two steps, three steps…
Standing in front of the door, she occasionally glanced at the key in her hand, hesitating again and again. It was quite late…
As she wrestled with her indecision, the door suddenly opened, and the man stood in the entrance, just watching her.
This feeling was incredibly strange; it had always been her waiting for him at home; she had never seen him waiting for her.
Today was, in fact, the first time.
But this place could hardly be called their home.
The man moved slightly to the side, gesturing for her to come in.
