Chapter Fifty Three
Time passes by quickly while we are at the table. It is just Brock and I at a very private breakfast. I am allowed to just be in my robe even though he is already fully dressed to be somewhere. I do not even bother to question where he will be headed.
But I do know he will be headed somewhere after overhearing a conversation he had with his right hand. The silence is yet again not awkward as we continue to eat but the stairs. Our eyes are speaking so much and we do not even need any words. The eyes are just communicating what we refuse to communicate. Or so I thought.
“I thought I handled that little problem earlier. I was not aware just how big the problem is”. He says as he continues to eat like he is not even talking to me. He does not even bother raising his ey
