True Love

 

18

"Your room is..." His hoarse voice came from behind, but he suddenly trailed off.

I wiped away my tears in a panic. When I turned around, he was staring at the notebook on the desk.

He knew I had discovered his secret.

The night was quiet. We stood there in silence for a long time.

For the past eight years, I had wanted an answer from him.

Didn't Garrett like me, even a little?

Not as a family, but as a woman.

Thinking of his cold look and the slap in my face, I kept telling myself the answer was no.

Now that I knew the real answer, I didn't dare to run to him like before.

"I'm sorry." My voice was hoarse and sad.

"Silly."

I felt terrible. There were many things I wanted to say, but I found that nothing was appropriate for the occasion.

So I changed the subject in a panic. "I'm looking for the medical kit. Where is it?"

Garrett looked at me for a while and replied, "In the old place." He also seemed to want to avoid the sensitive subject.