Coming to terms with the reality, Charlotte Thompson helplessly sank into the couch.
Not long after, the doorbell rang.
She glanced towards the door, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
Who could it be at this hour of the night?
As a suspicion started sprouting in her mind, the doorbell rang more insistently. With a headache brewing, Charlotte rubbed her temple and went to answer the door in her slippers.
A thought flashed in her mind; she turned the doorknob and sure enough, she was greeted by a familiar face.
Once the door was opened, the man outside swiftly walked in with his luggage and nonchalantly changed into the pair of slippers at the doorway.
Charlotte's hand remained on the doorknob, not having the chance to pull back. By the time she registered what was happening, the man had already made his way into the living room.