Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The rhythmic tapping on the front door reached the ears of the three, making them simultaneously turn their heads towards the living room doorway.
"I'll get it." Coco scrambled to get up, breath caught in her throat.
She took the chance to get away from Renaldo's scrutinizing gaze because she's afraid that he might be right with his questions— what if Corinne and Carina did want to do something, but couldn't do it because they died, too?
The thought of her being the reason for their goals crashing on the ground made her extremely upset.
"Keep seated." Coco muttered, not bothering to wait for the mediators to respond and quickly made her way towards the front door.
Renaldo and Jonathan merely shared a glance, but Jonathan was looking at the other mediator with a disappointed stare, the kind of stare that says are you serious? You crossed a line.
Renaldo could only frown and lower his head, feeling ashamed of himself.
