The house had changed since that afternoon. The silence was no longer normal… it was heavy. Wakasa is sitting in front of the door to the baby's room, with a small blanket in his hands. He doesn't look at you at first.
The house had changed since that afternoon. The silence was no longer normal… it was heavy. Wakasa is sitting in front of the door to the baby's room, with a small blanket in his hands. He doesn't look at you at first.