Andrew pov..
It's been a day since my father passed away, and I've been holed up in my room, feeling a mix of guilt and sadness swirling inside me.
I've been trying to keep everyone quiet, except for my mom. I just feel this overwhelming need to be alone, to have some time to myself.
As I start to descend the stairs, contemplating stepping outside, I encounter Linda standing by the door, blocking my path. I wonder what she wants, how long she'll persist in all of this. I just don't know how to make her understand that I need space.
Approaching her, she gazes at me, her eyes locked with mine. The longer she stares, the more I wonder what's on her mind.
"What... do you have something you want to say?" I finally ask, my voice tinged with frustration.
She continues to stare, then finally speaks.
