The train departed.
And so, I was saved by mom’s unexpected return home–
Thinking about it, I had a feeling that she would say ‘something Stella wanted to say the previous day but couldn’t do so’. When we went our separate ways, I told her to do so.
In any case, she would be asking a day later, and nothing’s solved.
But if it’s the usual, Miss Kamishiro will be seated next to me, and the train’s a public location–
She’s probably not going to tell me off that harshly.
I hope not.
In any case, my thoughts won’t be swayed.
“No matter the topic, if she’s angry, I’ll apologize.”
So I thought, and my smartphone vibrated.
I was really taken aback.
I knew from the vibration that it was a mail notification. From Nitadori?
“I don’t want to see you today!”
Will she say such a thing?
“Want to know the reason? Hm, okay, listen–“
Will my face be as pale as the clear skies of midwinter?
With trembling hands, I took out the vibrating smartphone.
I heaved a sigh of relief, for it was from the editor.
I did not receive that call, as I did not want to leave my seat before Nitadori arrived.
The phone started to record a voicemail. I decided to listen, and then message back at the deck.
The message was recorded, and I listened. What would be it about?
My face was as pale as the clear skies of midwinter.