I was lost in thoughts. Before consulting or questioning anyone else, I needed to hear Dariel’s explanation. Why did Sam place such a high allegation on him?
I needed to hear his perspective so I waited for him patiently.
I was sitting on the couch, looking down at my laps. Before reaching any outcome, I must hear his justification.
With uneasiness growing wild inside me, I remained motionless until Dariel returned from work.
“Well, well, where is my welcome home?”
The man who never smiled, grinned at me, plopping on the couch beside me so he could feast his eyes at my glimpse.
‘How could he keep such a big thing secret from me, right?’ I thought distressfully.
Lifting my heavy gaze, I turned to him, curling my lips upward emptily, “Welcome home.”
In my low, weak voice, his gle
