C181 Faced with the Horror of Shame

It was noon when I got home.

As soon as I stepped through the gate, I could feel the atmosphere, and I saw my aunt sitting on the steps of the hall with a sullen expression on her face. My father was squatting on the threshold of the hall with his head in his hands, and my mother was standing in front of the window, her face filled with anger.

"When did aunt come?" Mom