Not knowing when she fell asleep, Irish vaguely heard a movement downstairs cold.
She woke up, turning on the light to see the time. It was 01:30 in the morning.
She sat in bed for a while, and the voice downstairs seemed louder.
Was it Joseph who came back?
Thinking, she hurriedly got out of bed.
Barefoot, she ran out of the bedroom. The moonlight stretched over the stairs, spinning and winding down.
She pricked up her ears and reached for the night light switch downstairs.
The yellow light dispelled the moonlight. No one was there.
But very quickly, there was a sound of patting the door.
Even the doorbell was omitted.
She was nervous. She was slightly short of breath. She walked downstairs, went to the porch, looked at the door mirror, and opened the door.
At the door was Joseph.
