Mandy's Diary Today
I squeezed my stiff neck and tilted my head as I closed the door of this house quite slowly. The house is quiet and dark. But in the garage, Justin's car was parked in its usual place. My head shot up, towards the balcony of the second-floor stairs as soon as I stepped back. I glanced left and right. This house is almost like a graveyard, seriously. Maybe it's because the atmosphere has changed drastically since Justin got mad at me.
My lips pursed down again remembering that. I took a deep breath, then climbed the line of stairs to my room. Even so, I certainly didn't expect much if he greeted me—or even slept in our room. I haven't dared to face him yet. I don't want to see his angry expression.
