At Sinclair’s question, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering about the edge in his voice, an edge that was barely there.
I didn’t think he was even aware of it.
We had both agreed that personal questions were off the bet. That had been the reason I hadn’t asked him about the thriving issue between him and Raul.
Yet, here he was talking about me and Raul like we had something going, like he was curious about knowing what exactly we had going on.
I ignored him.
“I want to go to college when I’m done here, or rather I want to use it as an avenue for exploring the world, before taking up my responsibility. But my parents want me to take up my responsibility after school.”
I stopped my movement then and looked at Sinclair in shock.
He had answered my question, the first I had asked him
