"I'm here; I had to use the toilet," Linnea frowned. Why was he overreacting?
"I..." Julian exhaled sharply.
"You thought I escaped?" she asked, but Julian couldn't admit it. Just then, the other triplets arrived.
"You're awake," Thatcher said. "How are you feeling?"
"Hi Linnea, how are you?" Logan called, but Linnea ignored their greetings. She walked to the bed and sat down.
"I need an explanation; your words will determine my next action," she stated firmly.
"I'm making porridge; we can talk after you've regained your strength," Julian proposed.
"Yes, I agree with him," Logan supported.
"No. The truth is more important than food. I need to hear it. I want every detail right now. Why did you treat me the way you did? Who are you? Where did you come from? What is your true nature? Who are your parents? Are you really 25 years old, or older? I need everything," Linnea demanded.
She was not willing to play around.