“I could get used to this,” Mikhael said and gave me a sideward glance. I gave him an incredulous look. But something tells me there’s something more to what he said. I just couldn’t dare myself to ask. So I said, “How did you get so strong?” The question was straight to the point. But it took him a while to answer. Until he sighed and said, “I don’t know. I just became stronger one day.” And I knew when it started. At least when I first noticed it. But I couldn’t ask him. I don’t know why I am too scared to even ask him that one simple question. I might be scared of the answer. But what am I scared of? “So, what do we do next?” he asked and I looked at him. Really looked at him. If there is something going on, I couldn’t see it on him. I couldn’t see it on his face. He’s just the same

