That evening, Alexis got back home earlier that her recent late night outings. She met Haven in the kitchen, stirring paste in a pot but clearly his mind was not in the kitchen, he was absentminded of his environment.
"We need to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Haven turned, surprise evident on his face. "Yes, we do," he agreed softly, his mind hoping for new talks.
They both sat at the kitchen table, before them was an untouched pasta that was already getting cold. For a long while, nobody said a word, the weight of the silence was hanging heavy in the air.
Finally, Haven broke the silence. "Alexis, I am so, so sorry," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "What you saw... it wasn't what it looked like. Cassandra and I, we weren't,"
"Weren't what, Hav
