CHAPTER 103
FRIYA
The longer I watched Miguel, the more I believed something was off. There was sadness in him so deep, it showed even if he tried to cover it up.
I could swear I would hear a pin drop as we sat in silence at the dining table. An arm of his was on my shoulders, and he was drawing circles in my upper arm while his other hand was stirring the coffee but his thoughts were so far away.
What was wrong with him?
Was he getting tired of me? The idea instantly created a crack in my heart. If such was confirmed my heart would shatter into millions of pieces. I gave up everything for him.
Was I correct? But—it was only today he acted this way…this afternoon to be precise. We parted well this morning. We made love beautifully last night…what could have happened while Miguel was
