Chapter 43

Chapter 43

The evening sun cast long shadows as Aeron approached Myra's house. His footsteps echoed in the quiet street as he reached the front door.

He stood for a while, hesitating. Myra and him had been having too many arguments of late and it was naming him feel bad. With a deep breath, he turned the handle and pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit interior.

As Aeron stepped into the house, he immediately spotted Augustine sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep. A surge of anger tightened his jaw, and he shot a disapproving look at the slumbering figure. The tension in the room escalated when Myra emerged from the kitchen, a concerned expression on her face.

"Aeron, you're early," Myra said, attempting a smile. But before she could say anything more, Aeron cut her off, his voice half-yelling.

"Why is he here again, Myra? How many times have I told you not to let him sleep in your house?" Aeron's frustration was palpable.

Myra, taken aback by his outburst, pleaded with Aer