Julian's POV
Catherine didn't open the door but I told myself I'd give it five minutes.
When I glanced at my phone again, ten minutes had passed.
At some point, I leaned forward, resting my elbows against the door. "I didn't mean what I said earlier," I muttered under my breath. "About you being the problem."
I stared at the floor. "I am sorry for using those hurtful words. Please open the door."
The floorboard creaked faintly from inside her room. I knew… no, I felt—she was listening. "Stop ignoring me, I know you're listening. Just open the door, let's talk."
Still nothing from her.
After a few more minutes of silence, I decided to go back to my room. I really hurt her bad, so I couldn't blame her. She had every right to be angry—or did she?
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Every first day of the month, we did this thing of going to the supermarket to restock… get groceries and every other item we needed. Since dad wasn't around, Gabriel and I were supposed to go with a few staff.
