Deni
“Are you alright?” Cain asks as we stand in the kitchen getting our lunch ready. His eyes go up and down my body as if he’s looking for something. I ignore him and continue to stir the chicken soup I made. I hope it’s good, I sniff the aroma wafting from the pot. It doesn’t smell bad, but since I don’t know how to cook, I guess I hope it will turn out good.
“Are you sure?” Cain continues to fuss over me.
“Yes, I am. I’m fine,” I sigh in relief feeling relieved that it was finally over and Michaelson is dead. Things can finally go back to normal now. “I’m just glad everything is over. Now, we can go back to living our lives.”
“Yeah, it’s good,” he says with a thoughtful nod as he cuts the bread into slices. “Did Michaelson tell you what this whole thing was about. I get that the
