Nothing had been the same after what she heard in the studies. Blair could not bring herself to ask questions or put blame. Ever since the arrival of his supposed brother, Kabir has been a shadow of himself. He rarely spoke to her or played with the kids. Most of his time passed within the enclosed door of his studies.
Countless times she has mustered up the courage to confront him, but like a snail, it all slips away at the sight of him or the echo of his voice, but not today. She was determined to find out what had been eating him from within. Blair walked into the quiet room filled with his scent, a faint mixture of freshly damned earth and mint, a scent he had come to recognize and like. She glanced around for a while, but his tired body on the couch caught her attention.
