"Why should I be surprised?"
Ivy suddenly got angry, feeling that all her grievances were caused by her dad's absence, so she stepped back.
The awkwardness on George's face was fleeting, just a brief moment, and then everything disappeared.
Clack, George, dragging his suitcase inside, paused after entering, as if taking in the time and place.
After a while, George felt that something about the home was different. Yes, it had changed since he had left. Wasn't Aria supposed to be at home? If she was, why hadn't she come to see him when she heard him come in?
"Is your mommy not home?"
At that moment, Ivy was tidying up the sweets on the floor, thinking about how to clean the stuff off the blanket. She felt that simply wiping it with paper wouldn't eliminate the smell and that it might need washing. At that thought, Ivy felt frustrated and upset.
"Ivy, I'm talking to you. Why are you still squatting there?" George approached Ivy as she continued to ignore him.
