POV of Mathilda

I was not enthusiastic about doing anything. Even when Mrs. Rosa called from the front door for dinner, I chose to pretend I was asleep. My heart still hurt remembering Paula’s video call this afternoon. No matter how hard I tried to convince my brain that I was not important in Fredric’s life, I still could not relax. I was very angry at Paula and Fredric.

The doorknob of my room suddenly seemed to be held by someone. I quickly adjusted my position and closed my eyes again to p