The bus came to a stop at our house after a while. Juana and I got down from the bus and headed to the house right after. I was on my way to my room when I heard choked crying. I rose a brow in confusion, taking a few steps back until I was standing right in front of Wyatt's bedroom door. I walked closer to it, pressing my ear against the door, and sure enough, I could hear sniffling.
He's crying? I thought to myself, frowning as I wondered whether it would be okay for me to just go in. I debated with myself for a bit about whether I should knock, and after a while, I decided to do just that.
I knocked on the door with my ears still pressed on its wooden surface, and just as if at command, the sniffling stopped. I stayed quiet at my end, and Wyatt stayed quiet at his end as well. I sighe
