LOUNGING her head at the backrest of the chaise, Solana closed her eyes. Her feet were on top of the coffee table.
“I know you’re awake, Solana.”
She opened her eyes. The smoke glass ceiling of the sunroom greeted her vision.
She lifted her head before she turned to the person who disturbed the silence in the area.
Lorant was standing in front of her. He was on the other side of the coffee table. He was sporting an unsmiling face. It was an unusual expression for a jolly person.
Solana nods at her cousin.
She leaned back at the headrest. She positioned her intertwined fingers on top of her stomach. She slammed her eyes shut.
“We’re here for you. You know that, right?” His voice was devoid of the harshness he had from a while ago.
“Not now, Lorant.”
Despite not looking, she s
