But my most important things are still here, I have to come back.

I opened the door, the room was quiet, it seemed like there was no one, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?"

My angry voice scared the person who was sneaking around.

In the bedroom, Elise was focused on my computer, a picture of a couple embracing was on the screen.

The familiar yet strange face on the screen had been stuck in my mind for seven years, never forgotten but never dared to recall deliberately.