Days have passed since Benedict found out about my budding relationship.
Although nothing had changed between Danary and me, I felt more stressed than ever before.
I still went to her house in the evenings for dinner and helped Liam with his university-level problem sets, but I was never able to bring myself to ask about her past. I feared that she would try to leave me once I reminded her of the person with whom she still held attachments for, so I buried it deep down inside of me and tried to pretend that everything was fine.
Even though my body itched to hire a private investigator to look into her past and figure out who it was, I cared too much about her to invade her privacy like that. She would only hate me if she ever found it.
Instead, I kept myself as busy as possible so
