Confession

'Uh... What should I do?'

My head goes blank.

I stare at the landlady, blinking at this surreal situation.

'Why is she looking at me like that...'

I was sure I was going to be scolded, but that doesn't seem to be the mood.

Her eyes are brimming with moisture, as if she's about to burst into tears at any moment.

They have an expression that seems to say she feels sorry for me and pities me.

And guilt...?

"Huh...?"

"Do-hee..."...