I stopped smiling. I turned around impatiently and kicked the door shut with a bang. It returned to silence, and Freya jumped out of my arms.
She was already ten years old. Her steps were a bit slow, no longer as energetic as she used to be.
I squatted down and called her name, but she ignored me and lay on the balcony to nap.
I thought that would be the end of it. The Jones family were respectable people and knew when to back off.
However, I was sunbathing on the balcony at 3 PM.
Looking down, I saw Dylan getting out of a car with many people behind him. They were carrying furniture and luggage. It looked like Dylan wasn't giving up and was moving into the building.
Coincidentally, my neighbor across the hall was renting out their apartment these days.
I wondered how difficult it must have been to find a matching kidney for Isaac. They just had to come after me.
Dylan quickly came upstairs. A few minutes later, as expected, there was a knock on the door.
He knew I was home, and I knew he was outside.
So when I didn't open the door, Dylan straightforwardly said, "Vivian, I bought your favorite cherries and strawberries. They're by the door."