Every attempt I made to tell him went miserably wrong.
Edgar’s schedule suddenly grew tight as he was either occupied with this or that. He barely even had time for me. Not for the complimentary studies he offered me, and not even for that.
At night he would be too tired to get out of his clothes as at day, he was in a rush to get somewhere.
And walking up to him when he was in a conference meeting with strangers to tell him something this shocking would only result to something ugly.
Just as I was scared of the new distance between us. We could barely spend a minute in each other's arms. Talk less of spending a second alone unless if I was just carrying out my duties.
But his schedule wasn’t the only thing that grew tight.
Days fast forwarded into weeks and weeks into almost two mon
