Setting the issue of Minami Shouko aside, I found peace upon reaching our Potato Clubhouse or our Secret Garden, like my girls wanted to call it.
I entered from the backdoor after inspecting the garden plots that I had yet to rid of weeds.
Nothing much has changed but remembering our gathering yesterday here made me smile. This place was a haven for me and my girls, a place where we could relax and be ourselves without the prying eyes of the school.
Unfortunately, no one was around.
I went upstairs to check but I found myself staring at the floor, remembering the passionate moments I shared with them yesterday.
After around five minutes of just walking around, arranging the things inside, and checking if the fridge had been emptied, I decided it was enough for a check.
I set aside weeding the back for next time and prepared to leave.
However, as I was about to head out, I heard the door squeak open.
Turning around, I saw the shiny forehead of the approaching figure.