"Romaisa," April called out, approaching me. She sits near my bed on the seat and grabs my hand in hers.
"Romaisa, You know I would never ever think bad for you, Right?" She questions. I sigh and nod my head.
"Tell me honestly...Why are you caring about Tristan so much?"
"He is shot, and all because of me," I answer her in disbelief of how she is even asking me the question.
"Romaisa, It wasn't your fault, It was Halton's, or Tristan's own, If he knew his father doesn't like you, why did he even married you!" She says emphasizing on every word.
"It wasn't your fault, You were the victim into all this, They are bad people Rumi, Killing and being killed is all their lifes are about, You, my sister, was just dragged in this life by Him," she says as my eyes fill up.
"But, April, I
