The man sitting at the door paused. He pressed his lips together and his gaze fell on Hilla.
Hilla tilted her head and looked at the blanket on Bruce's leg. She frowned slightly and said, "I thought I saw you stand up and walk last night."
"You were drunk!"
Bruce replied without hesitation. He looked calm and certain. Hilla didn't know what to say for a moment.
She furrowed her eyebrows, recalled the scenes, and muttered, "Really. You stood up, right there, and you even talked to me."
He told her to be a good girl, stay still and sleep. If the other scenes from her memory were not her dream, it should be true too.
Bruce remained calm. He looked Hilla in the eyes and said, "You were drunk last night and called me Dad."
"No way! Was I so embarrassed last night?"
Bruce gave her a meaningful look in reply. He turned and said, "Change your clothes and go downstairs to have breakfast."
"Maybe I drank too much. I must be careful next time."
