Michael's POV
I ran my hand roughly through my hair, making the strands stand up. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap, splashing cold water on my face to wash away the sudden surge of anger and the painful memories Joseph had dug up.
I stared at my reflection for a long time, her fingerprints was ghosted on my face, although not to visible except if closely looked on. Now I understood why Dave was so mad, the strength she possessed had me speechless. It’s took me minutes to regain my composure at that very moment.
My mind was still reeling from my conversation with Diana in the garden, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had crossed a line that my cruel words about her mother had cut deeper than I intended. The memory of her pain-filled eyes wouldn't go away.
I walked out
