Tired but sated, I am now snuggling beside Seb. His fingers are playing with my hair while I am drawing circles on his naked chest. My lids are getting heavy but I know that we still need to talk. I already failed to do so when I gave in to temptation. I can't keep doing that.
"Seb," I called.
"Hmm?" he hummed as he held me closer.
"By any chance, do you know who Liza's mother is?" I asked, as if it was nothing important.
"Why do you ask?" he asked while propping his upper body to the headrest.
"Her whole life, she thought her mother was dead until recently. She found out that she's still alive," he sighed after a while. "That's what I know."
"Really? Why did she think her mother was dead?" I winced. Did her father hide the truth from her? Knowing Samantha's history with our family a
