He went home.
Upon entering, he seemed to have steeled himself before calling out my name.
The room was empty, and no one responded.
He glanced around the room with disdain.
"Enough, I'll count to three, and if you don't show up, don't expect to see me ever again!"
I desperately wanted to respond to him.
But he couldn't hear me.
Impatiently, he scoffed, "Fine, Chloe, you've really learned some tricks, playing hard to get now. Even if you die out there, I won't come back for you!"
With that, he stormed out.
I rushed forward to stop him, wanting to tell him that I really wasn't throwing a tantrum.
He walked right through me, his eyes cold.
I froze.
Arthur really hated me...
Even though I wasn't at home, he found even the places I'd been unbearable...
Just as he neared the door, he suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on a voice recorder on the entryway cabinet.
Excited, I floated in front of him.
Please, just play it!
Luckily, I used to have a habit.
Arthur didn't like checking messages I sent on WhatsApp. He was often not replying for days.
I worried he might come home and not find me.
So, I always left a voice recorder at the door explaining where I'd gone.