“What exactly are you doing here?” David asked, suspicion mounting in his voice.
The picture Aleyna presented could hardly be explained, the cupboard was open and she was sitting in the middle of the corridor with a type writer infront of her. Instead of giving explanations she decided, David owed her an explanation.
“Whose type writer is this?” Aleyna demanded as she got up from her position.
“Your father’s, he had given it to me.” That explains why mom didn’t remember where the type writer was now, Aleyna thought to herself.
“You didn’t come here in this inclement weather to ask me that?” David replied walking towards her.
“No, I came here because I had a hunch that you might have something to do with the letters that were sent to Mike and now I have it confirmed.”
David stopped
