She goes silent again.
*You know this room used to belong to his sister, it was her little princess room before he lost her. He never comes in here let alone allow someone to stay her." She continues.
Turning to face me, our eyes meet and hold.
"I didn't know that." I am speechless.
I mean sure the room looks feminine. The walls are painted a pastel pink and the bed canopy gave it away that it was designed to be a girly roam. I didn't know he had a sister.. all the paintings on the wall and none of his sister. There is more to that, i mean not even one picture of his little sister?
A never saw any little dresses or little girl things when I moved in. I saw dresses my size hanged in the wardrobe and undergarments my size too neatly tucked in the drawers.
"It is not your fault. It is a
