I wore the same type of clothing I always did, his long sleeves fabric that grazed my wrists and pants that covered my ankles to cover my scars that reminded me of my past, I was desperately trying to forget.
I prepared a light breakfast for myself and ate.
After I ate, I wiped my hands on a cloth and hesitated with my fingers hovering over the phone beside me, debating if I should give in to the curiosity pressing on my head. And I did.
Me: Hey, Hasmik, do you mind showing me around? I think I want to visit his study first.
A few seconds passed before the reply came.
Hasmik: Of course. I’ll be there in a few.
I exhaled slowly and placed the phone down.
There was no turning back now.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to find. I didn’t know what I was hoping for. Answers? Secrets? Or p
