Helanie:
"She's sleeping," I told Norman as I walked into the room with him. She was so tired—I gave her some medication and let her rest in the guesthouse.
"Why did you ask her those questions?" he asked, stopping me from heading to the restroom with a gentle tap on my arm after locking the bedroom door.
"Why did you lie?" I asked, placing my hands on my waist.
"Norman—" I cut myself off, showing him my palm and sighing. "I need to know something from you. Why are you doing this? You keep giving me signals, but that night—you confessed to being in love with her. You said you were angry, and yet you've kept acting differently with me since then. I don't know what's going on with you, but I want honest answers."
I wasn't smiling, and I wasn't frowning. I was serious, and I just wanted the truth.
We had been playing hide and seek for too long. He looked embarrassed standing in front of me, his head lowered.
