Was he not coming home today as well?
Unaware that Leon was risking his life in a sea of alcohol with a terrifying red-haired bad woman for the safety of himself and his siblings, Anna sighed quietly as the streetlights below the apartment turned on and Leon's figure was still nowhere to be seen.
But as she stood up from the window, intending to clear the meal on the table she had purposely left, she suddenly heard some familiar footsteps in the stairway.
Could it be... he's back?
Hearing the highly identifiable heavy footsteps, the frail girl's expression lit up ever so slightly. After wiping her damp palms on her apron, she quickly ran over to the door to open it.
However, just as she stood up, she realized that although the footsteps were very similar to Leon's, with the same heavy burden-like sound, the stride was noticeably smaller.
So it wasn't my brother...
