I was taken aback by her words. I knew that she did it on purpose, but I could not stop the hurt from her words.

I gripped the railing of the stairs tightly. My knuckles turned white from the force of me holding onto it. After some moments, I calmed myself down and turned around slowly. I then tried to say something.

“Are you hungry? I can cook something for you.” Richard interjected, not giving me a chance to speak. He smiled while looking at ...