Blue
The silence of the house isn't the kind that comforts, it's heavy and pulsing like a weight one isn't capable of holding.
I have been here for over twenty days now, living under the same roof as Agnor Vorozi, the man so busy and intimidating, the type that doesn't care much for soft things, especially not smiles, yet his gestures towards me are a lot different than what he shows himself to be.
Like leaving the warm tea at my bedside every morning, preparing meals three times a day, sometimes watching silently, like trying to read my mind or contemplating saying something. He probably wants to know more about the stir between Asher and me.
He notices everything, how little I eat. The shadows under my eyes. The way I startle when anything rustles.
He is before me when I'm trying to
