Tatiana's POV
I stood in front of the wall on which a portrait of Cyril and his late twin sister hung.
Cyril had just walked out of his room a few minutes ago. He seemed angry with my series of questions.
My intention was to understand him better. I didn’t think he would react like that.
I guess he took it the wrong way. I guess I overstepped my boundaries. His reaction proves my assumption so far.
I stood in the room trying to analyse the picture frame on the wall. Each glance I took at it spoke a thousand words to me.
The more I looked at it, the more immersed I felt in his world. I couldn't help but notice the joy and laughter in their faces.
Cyril's eyes sparkled with a warmth I'd never seen before. They were young and carefree.
His sister's smile was infectious, and I f
