Days passed and it didn't feel like the weekend was already here. Lisa spent her second day at Oscar's house with a heavy heart. Seeing the furniture in the house was like entering a time machine which brought her to the memories of her bad past.
The dining room, where she previously had her meals, had not changed much. Maybe, only the paintings on the walls of the room had now been replaced with new ones. The rest remained the same— the cutlery, the dining table as well as its chairs.
That morning after breakfast, Lisa sat pensively in the family room. The room gave her an unpleasant atmosphere. For an instant, she seemed to see Clara's shadow looking at her with condescending eyes. Lisa then shook her head, trying to take the bad thoughts from her mind.
Oscar walked over to her who was idling and hugged her. Lisa's face looked very depressed and sluggish, the man was afraid something bad might happen to her. "Lisa, what's wrong with you? Is there a problem?"