When he left, I met my sister's gaze and I saw another question in her eyes. I looked away guiltily but I knew she was not going to let it go.
"You love him, don't you?" she asked me in a whisper loud enough for me to hear where I sat.
"I . . ." I began unable to tell her that directly after all I was in no position to. Or was I simply overthinking right now?
"You love him," she concluded and I was forced to look at my cat who looked like she just read the craziest headline of her life.
I bit my lips as I looked down at my breakfast. I had long lost my appetite and I wanted to leave the dining hall speedily but my body remained glued to that seat for reasons I was not aware of.
"No wonder you concluded he did not kill them. I will trust you then. I will wait for your response but if you don't send a message to me soon, I will not bother you anymore," she told me as she stood up.