I was a little surprised, wondering why he had bought so much baby stuff.
His baby was still several months away from being born. I wondered why he had braved such heavy snow and purchased so many things.
And all of the things were piled up in the baby's room, which used to be my room.
"By the way, Julia, now that you come back, where are you going to live?"
After Asher finished moving his things, he looked at me with sweat on his forehead.
"I..." I stammered.
I wrapped my clothes around me, wondering what to say.
At the sight of those piled-up things, I didn't know what to say.
"You can still live in your old room."
Asher slapped his thigh. Seeming to realize something, he said, "I'll tidy it up for you right away."
"Forget it. Don't tidy it up." I waved my hand.
"How can that be?"
Asher turned around and looked at me. With gratitude on his face, he said, "Julia, you were in prison for me. I have always remembered your kindness."
His words didn't make me feel warm.
Maybe it was because I felt too cold with my damp shirt clinging to my body.
They were all wearing down jackets.
"Asher, stop it. Where are you going to put my son's things?"