Purple Summers entered the house when the mother and son had already finished talking.
Alexander Summers sat in the living room watching TV, still with his casual, carefree appearance.
Atra Blanc was bustling about in the kitchen, her mood inscrutable.
Purple didn't have the courage to ask and, hugging her book, went upstairs to her room alone.
She sat restlessly in her room for a while, but soon it was time for dinner.
As usual, at the dinner table, Alexander occasionally picked some food for Purple or served her soup.
This gesture had been common before, and Atra never took it to heart, seeing it as a sign of harmonious sibling affection, and she even felt reassured by it.
But now, when Atra saw Alexander picking food for Purple, she felt a twitch in her eyelid and was filled with trepidation.
