The chilling wind that sent everyone back into their houses did nothing to the lady in white nightwear as she just stood there staring at the sky, counting the stars with tears.
For the past twenty-eight years, this had turned into her mid-morning ritual ever since she lost her daughter.
The balcony door slid open from the inside and she turned to face the person with a pretentious smile on her lips, "I never knew you were back,"
"You are crying again," the man said. It wasn't a question but a certain speech.
"No, I wasn't," the lady lied smoothly. The balcony is dimmed with only light from the sky perching on it so, she isn't scared of lying because he can't see her face.
"Don't lie to me, Beatrice!" the man scolded calmly, and before Beatrice would give another convincing white lie, he pressed the bulb switch and made the place fully bright again.
