34. Erus' POV
I wait to see her fall and cry, but she doesn't. She stands straight as she watches her friend gets driven away.
I am evil, I know. It's all my doing. I know I have hurt her so many times, I hate myself for doing this.
She turns around, eyes dried like the desert, and she looks straight at me.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
She looks at me with confusion, slight confused that I am even asking how she feels.
“I'm fine,” she wobbles back into the house.
I sigh under my breath when she walks past me. I can't be too careful.
I don't trust her friend, Sherry. She has too much of a sharp mouth, and she might be the one who would plant the idea in Naya's head.
After she has gone upstairs, I meet my mother still eating in the dining room. She has such a appetite today.
