“Anoa, what are you—”
“No. You don’t get to speak, Anabelle. I’m going to be the one asking the questions, and you’re going to answer them. Do I make myself clear? You’re going to behave like an adult and handle this like one. Unless that’s too difficult for you, which would mean that you’re not fit to be handling this situation in the first place.”
I knew that they hadn’t been expecting to see me, due to various different factors that gave it away. First and foremost, the fact that the two of them had been laying in bed, doing goodness knows what, was already all that I needed to tell me that they hadn’t been expecting any company. I had to admit that it made me slightly uncomfortable to know what they had been planning to do, but I made a conscious effort to ke
