Zed Smith didn't go back home until the stars were all over the sky, then he dragged his stiff legs home.
But he looked emotionless as if he had returned to the days without Freda.
Seeing Zed Smith come back, Master Smith was about to greet him, but he didn't see his grandson coming in with cold air.
Master Smith's heart jolted, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Without saying anything, Zed Smith went upstairs.
He didn't turn on the light. He just sat quietly on the edge of the bed.
Thinking of the two of them having sex last night and now that Freda had run away, he felt himself more and more like a joke.
He had been looking for Freda for so many years, and the care after marriage was in return for leaving without saying goodbye.
Zed Smith was a human and his heart was made of flesh. He didn't know if Freda could feel the pain that he felt.
Of course, Freda couldn't feel it.