Martins pov
Sinclair had a sour look on her face, obviously not what she expected, it’s not even up to the size of her store room, or garage, but I grew up here and it’s pretty big for me that’s for sure.
“ surprise” I said faking a smile with my arms wide open towards the building, she looks at the building in disgust then at me, like this lady literally called grandma house a painted hut, like damn she has a sharp tongue.
“ well this is where we are going to be staying, it’s just the both of us in there “ I say to her as my hands fall in defeat, there’s literally no pleasing this woman, she’s just so impossible, “ well…” she tried to say something but her words fail her and for the first time I am happy that’s she’s silent.
I walked towards the road, where our luggage lay peacefully,
