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 pretend I was asleep. “Ah… she’s still sleeping.” The door opened and the whisper came from Fredric. I slowly opened my eyes to see what he was doing, and he did not leave. Instead, he moved closer to me. What did he want?

Fredric pulled a chair toward the bed, the sound of the chair legs scraping the floor. Honestly, I was scared, even though Fredric probably would not do anything bad, but who could guarantee that? Besides, he was with Paula, and that woman was full of cunning ideas. Maybe she h