The sky outside was very blue. I was wandering in the yard. I had no idea what Matthew was thinking now. I should have been shaken by what he said to me after how his aunt had tried persuading him yesterday, but I put on a calm appearance this morning with the thought of provoking him.
Could it be that he was still testing me?
It seemed that I would still have to settle down.
At this moment, a sound came from the door.
Matthew could not have come back at this time. Could it be a thief?
I picked up a stick next to me and aimed it at the door as I walked toward it with small steps. Except for the sound of the door opening, the person outside the door did not speak.
If it was Matthew, why was there not the sound of keys jingling?
While I was pondering this, the door opened.
Just as I was about to swing the stick down, I heard a familiar voice. "Don't, don't! It’s Aunt Nessa."
Aunt?
I took a closer look, and it was really her.
The weight in my heart eased, and I put the stick back in place. "Aunt Nessa, why are you here?"
"Matthew said he locked the door before he went out because you were afraid. Looks like he was telling the truth. He came to my place before going to work today. He told me to accompany you and take you out for walks,” said Aunt Nessa as she came forward to help me.
Sure enough, whatever I did had worked.
This was my first time going out the main door ever since getting here.
Although we were living in a remote place, we reached the town after walking a few hundred meters. There were two rows of shops along the side of the road where one could get everything. The people here looked unpretentious. It was a good place.
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