The cold house welcomed Oliver when he entered. He was used to how cold, empty and unwelcoming the place was but he tried to pretend that the house at least, welcomed him whenever he entered.
He had planned to walk straight to his room as usual, but today was different. Someone was in the house.
"You are late." He heard the cold voice of Lisa from the dining table, and looked at where she was seated. She was having a fruit salad while looking through a newspaper.
He froze on the spot. He hadn't expected her or anyone else to be inside.
"Aunt. I... didn't know you were in." He stuttered quietly.
"That is the reason you return late from school? The school closed over three hours ago." She said, raising her head to look him in the eyes until he could not stand the stare and looked down. There was no way he could tell her he had been hanging out with a friend from the other city. She was probably going to flip.
