Desmond's mood was sour. He felt the same way he used to feel about seeing people's faces. Each time he walked past the faces of anyone who wasn't Sam, he felt irritated.
Baron, who tried welcoming him earlier, was completely ignored by Sasa. Desmond walked straight to the stairs in the sitting room. Sam, who was trudging behind him, didn't look any better. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, and her shoulder was dropping.
The trip to her bedroom felt like it took forever. She made it into the room and made a beeline straight for the bathroom. The shout from Desmond's voice stopped her in her tracks. He sounded like he was on a phone call, and by the sound of it, it wasn't a pleasant one. Sam ignored it and undressed before entering the bathroom to have her bath.
As for Desmond As soon as he entered his sitting room and sat down on the bed to think about a few things, he got a call from someone he least expected.
"Hello, Desmond."
