Samika's POV
Devon goes rigid and silent. He probably caught my scent. And I don't hide my presence anymore. I stand at the doorway and watch him close his eyes, tears silently rolling down his cheeks.
"You should be sleeping," he says in a voice I had never heard before. His voice cracked and he is trying his best to sound usual. But I can see through that. He is in pain. A lot of it.
I walk towards him and kneel down. I run my fingers through his hair and he leans into my touch.
"Go back to your room and get some sleep," he whispers but I shake my head and join him on the bed.
I know it's Jerome's bed and I don't want to think what all he might have done on this bed. I only focus on Devon who cried until now and who is still crying silently.
Devon turns towards me and finally
