"Do you have to be like this? Macey said there were many things that only you could understand. Why do you suddenly become like this?"
What he said was funny.
If he had had a car accident and laid in a hospital bed, facing a life-threatening situation, he might have been soberer than I did.
"In that case, why don't you go back and take care of her."
I hung up the phone. Rodney might realize that I didn't plan to go back, so he never called me again during the dinner.
I had a good relationship with my colleagues, and several of them even ordered milk in the restaurant and didn't have me drink alcohol.
I drove slowly, and it took a long time before I arrived downstairs of my house.
I thought I would have to face Rodney's questioning after returning home, but he was not at home.
The room was empty and eerily quiet.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
I washed up and was about to sleep, but suddenly, I heard rustling noises from the living room.
I had never been a good sleeper. When I got up and turned on the light, I saw a man standing in the living room.
"Cecilia, you're back."
Rodney reached out to hug me, but I slapped his hand away.