I rarely saw Augustus after that. He went to work early and came back late. Sometimes, I would purposefully wait for him in the living room to try and talk to him, but he just gave me a frigid glance and went straight back to his bedroom every time, as if I was a random stranger who just happened to be living under the same roof as him. I felt hurt. But I also couldn't understand why he wouldn't kick me out if he hated me so much.
One night, things took a turn.
I was getting ready to go to bed when Augustus suddenly burst into my room. Startled by the sight of him, I sprang up from the bed and pulled on a sweater over my nightdress.
I stared at him uneasily, asking, “Mr. Adler? Why are you here?”
He sat himself down on the sofa in the room and patted the empty spot beside him. “Come here.”
The memory of his furious expression from that day was still fresh in my mind and had even plagued my dreams. Has he finally forgiven me? I hesitantly made my way over to him.