Because he wasn’t joking.
“This house is no longer yours.”
Silence.
The girl stopped moving.
And the man slowly bent down… wiping the floor himself.
Letters began to appear under the soap.
Gold letters.
A name.
WELCOME HOME, LUCY.
The woman’s smile disappeared instantly.
“Who is she?” she whispered.
But the man didn’t answer her.
He only looked at the girl and said quietly:
“Who made you erase your own name from my house?”
