Arthur’s POV
“It’s past lunchtime. Why don’t we have some lunch?” I said, gesturing for the curtains which parted to display the table for two.
Sierra did not seem comfortable talking about it and I wasn’t planning on pushing her to. However, I cannot shake off the feeling that it had something to do with that ex-husband of hers.
I’ve only heard a little about him, but they were enough to get me riled up. Whatever he did to Sierra must have grave to get her this scared to talk about something she loved. I certainly would not be able to talk to her about it.
She did not object to my suggestion, as she gave me a smile. I led her up the platform, then pulled out a chair for her. She muttered a ‘thank you’ as she took a seat. The table was quiet as I tried to think of something to lighten
