Devasted and tired, Hazel walked in the bungalow. She had taken bus to come back home because apparently, she didn't had enough money to hire q taxi. The lights were turned on and she furrowed her brows. She clearly remembers that she had switched off all the lights before walking out .
Voicelessly , she walked further, trying to keep calm if someone had broke into the house. She didn't know what to do exactly. Austin was supposed to come later tonight because apparently his shooting runs late. He always comes home late.
The heater were turned off and a chill ran down her spine. She hugged her body, trying to keep the cold wind at bay.
A amazing smell of food being cooked made her steps eager. He walked towards the kitchen and there stood Austin, his black hair a mess on the top of his
