Rowan and Alessandre are lying fast asleep on my sides, their arms draped around me. A while later, I drift off to sleep. Hours later, I wake up to the sound of the door clicking closed. Rowan and Alessandre are still lying at my sides, so who just got out? Shaking the ominous feeling away, I lie on my side and drift off back to sleep.
What happened earlier just made me want to keep the truth from Tristan even more. The moment he exited the kitchen, I had made up my mind. The ounce of trust I had for him drained completely. As long as he stays unaware of his son's existence, I will not be fazed by his threats.
He met Mathew when he first arrived here, perhaps, he knows that Mathew is my son, but he just doesn't think too much about it, or he just doesn't care whether Mathew is the fruit
