7 P.M., 33 Pavar Street.
In the dim kitchen, Shirley sat at the dining table with her parents, staring blankly at the dinner, feeling dispirited.
It was supposed to be a weekend gathering filled with laughter and conversation, but it had become quiet and reserved.
"Shirley, eat your dinner, Leon is just too tired."
"Hmm...."
Shirley agreed but still didn't pick up her spoon and only nibbled on a piece of bread with little appetite.
She didn't know what was wrong with her brother. Leon had always been gentle, whether with family or friends. The only bad thing was that he liked to keep things to himself and bear them silently.
Shirley didn't like this. She felt that a family should face problems together. Whatever happened should be shared so everyone could tackle it together instead of one person bearing the burden alone.
The food on the table gradually cooled, the steam dissipating. Just then, Shirley suddenly heard the door open.
Click....
