After finally mustering up the courage, only to be turned away at the door, anyone would be deeply hurt.
After Minamoto Tamako returned to her room, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, which was so noisy that Taira Sakurako had to return to her cardboard box to sleep. She wondered, didn't Mr. Fushimi care at all? Could she be overthinking it? Perhaps Mr. Fushimi was just speaking in anger; after all, Mr. Fushimi often said such things in the past…
When dawn broke the next day, Minamoto Tamako rose early. After washing up, she put on her police uniform but dawdled without leaving for work, wanting to wait for Fushimi Roku to get up—after all, Fushimi Roku said 'we'll talk tomorrow' last night, and now it was already 'tomorrow', so shouldn't they have a good chat?
Time ticked away, the clock ticking noisily. As she was about to be late, Minamoto Tamako left reluctantly.
She jogged all the way to the police station, skipping breakfast, clocking in on time for work.
