The car stopped in front of the house gate. Alexandro didn't move. He just sat beside me, his face staring straight ahead, his jaw hardened like he was holding back something he couldn't say.I waited, but he didn't speak.I opened the door myself. Gianna had already gotten out earlier, opening the door for me, but I was faster. My feet touched the ground, and without looking back, I walked into the house. I heard his footsteps behind me.In the living room, I stopped. I wanted to talk. I wanted to say thank you, but he had already walked past me, going up the stairs without looking at me, without saying a single word.I looked down."Maybe Mr. Alexandro is tired," Gianna said behind me."Yes. Maybe."I waited almost half an hour in the living room before finally deciding to go upstairs. I brought a cup of warm chamomile tea, his favorite, even though he never admitted it.In the bedroom, I didn't find him on the bed. I turned to the bathroom. The door was slightly open, dim light see
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