“I want to know what happened,” Genius said after a long period of silence. His eyes are focused on me while he shook his head. “But I don’t know if it’s the right time for you to tell me.” He sighed. “I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
I looked down, fiddling with my fingers while my heart is pounding in fear. My father could be dead but that incident still renders me sleepless for nights. Just the thought of it brings back all the trauma that I felt at that moment.
My dad’s laugh. His smirk. His voice. His hand on my cheek. Everything creeps me out.
Genius held my hand and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said that.” He reached for my face and wiped the tears that unknowingly rolled down. “I’m sorry,” he repeated before leaning in to kiss me on the forehead.
I wa
