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Henry was pensive on a park bench in Louisa's backyard. It's been three hours, and he hasn't even done anything or even left there. Henry lowered his head to look at the interlocked fingers of his hands. There was a line of worry on his face that he could neither speak nor express. In those three hours, Louisa didn't even say anything to him. Since getting into the car, even though Henry had asked and insisted, Louisa was just silent and pensive.

Soon, Henry crose from his seat. He lifted his head and stared blankly. "It can't go on like this. I have to do something... I can't just sit back and wait. After all, Louisa couldn't face all this alone. She owns me."

Henry walked into Louisa's room which was on the second floor. Henry was silent, when he realized that the door to Louisa's room was not closed tightly. There was a small gap open there. Henry leaned closer and tried to stay still. Henry, who was peeking in the small gap, suddenly gasped when he heard sobs coming from inside Lo