ZION’S POV
Sasha was hiding something from me and it took me a whole week before finding out what it was—my mother came into my apartment when I was sick. If it was not for the apartment’s receptionist asking me how my mother’s visit went, I would not have not known at all.
Was I mad? Of course, not. There were no reasons for me to get mad. Was I curious as to why Sasha hid it from me? I am, but, then again, it was not something I should get mad about. Whatever her reasons were, I highly suspect that it was something that my mother would have done to make her keep that information from me.
Everything returned to normal except that we really do not have classes anymore; but, instead of literally not doing anything as we attend the university, new responsibilities came in. Not that it was
