Devin’s POV.
I stood there, watching how she went through those emotions, pain, anger, regret, fear. Each one taking a turn to show they were there.
The anger I expected didn’t come. No outburst, only her asking questions we didn’t have answers to.
I looked at Dylan. He hadn’t raised his head while Muna asked him if it was true.
She gave a laughter, either of sadness or anger or insanity. It was difficult to tell as she state at the ceiling if the roof, gripping the sheet covering her with every ounce of strength she had.
Still no outburst when she finished, just plain eyes staring at me.
“When did this happen?” She asked, the question I knew was directed at me.
I knew she suspected I was the only one aware of it.
“The last time we placed you under medical watch.”
“That’s not what
