Ivy Miller dragged another suitcase into the bedroom and laid out her things.
Henry Sullivan followed her in. "How many days do you plan on staying here?"
"A few days? Hmm... I haven't really decided, but I don't want to go back these days.
A married daughter staying at home every day makes people talk about me behind my back."
Henry Sullivan frowned, "Didn't my dad give you the keys to the new house?"
"He did, but I'm too scared to live alone.
Dad wants me to stay with him and mom, but I'm even more scared.
The way mom looks at me is terrifying; I always feel like I've done something wrong."
Henry Sullivan snorted, "That's classic guilty conscience."
"Uncle, is this how you criticize your newlywed wife?
I came all this way to surprise you, and not only are you not happy, but you're also rejecting me.
Remember, it was you who wanted to get married in the first place.
If you really can't stand me, why not just throw me out."
