It had been four years, and she forced herself to stop being afraid of thunder and lightning. However, she was still scared.
It was just that she could hide it.
The person who had accompanied her on the night of the thunderstorm had long disappeared…
Kathleen bit her lower lip. Only when the sound of the thunderstorm had disappeared did she heave a sigh of relief. She raised her head and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp before pouring another glass.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she could not help but look at the figure downstairs. He seemed to be swaying even more violently than before, as if he could not stand properly.
No one knew that leg better than Kathleen.
It must be inflamed now!
It had been four years, and she had told herself countless times that she was no longer the Kathleen of the past!
