Darius’s pov
I looked at her as she took a bite of her strawberry.
The way she was looking at me was clear that she was only waiting for an answer.
There was no doubt in what she said. But at the same time, she didn’t betray how she felt about this.
She didn’t seem angry, nor did she seem to be happy about it.
She was like a closed book without a cover.
Hell, like a blank canvas if I am to describe it.
“Mom, how did you know?” Tamara asked her mother.
“Because I am not blind,” she responded, and then her eyes turned to me.
“What do you mean you are not blind?
It took us a few weeks to even notice, and you have been here for less than a day,” Jennifer said.
Not only that but we tried to hide it from her as well.
The soundproof walls and the sage in the morning.
“First
