Isra.
“…are you listening to me, Isra.” He called to get my attention back to him, and I looked away from his neck and stared at him with my brows slightly raised.
“Did you hear what I said?” He asked, and stretched his hands over the table, staring into my eyes, I blinked my eyes at him and shook my head. I was a bit distracted earlier staring at the mole on his neck. I had thought the one on Declan was familiar, that I had seen something like that before and it was probably from him.
Mr. Weather.
I wrote down on my notepad. “Why are you trying to help me now?”
“I think that’s the right thing to do.” He picked up his drink, and sipped from it. “They won’t listen to me, Stacy or her Mother, and told she was never going to forgive you. I had seen so much hate in that girl’s eyes a
