My brother, whose expression had stiffened, seemed to be contemplating something. His lips were tightly shut, and his eyes flickered subtly.
And the destination of that conflicted gaze, which seemed to be wavering, was clearly me.
What’s this? What’s wrong now?
“Selina, why don’t you go back now?”
The words that spilled from my brother’s mouth, hesitating at first, were effectively a dismissal.
“…What?”
What kind of situation is this? So, now he wants to talk, and I’m supposed to leave? Why…?
