MARIA’S POV
I remained quiet, anger raging within me as I saw Connor walking up to me from the door. He held two cups of coffee in his hands and stretched his hand to give me one. I looked at the cup in his hand and then let my eyes wander off into his, which were surprisingly calm. I was caught up between being grateful and my aim to push him away as far as possible from me.
“Maria, I actually made this for us both, just...” he said, as if struggling to maintain his calm composure. I had no idea why he was forcing himself to be nice to me when I had already known and accepted him for who he was.
“I do not want coffee. What I want are answers,” I said with a stern look on my face as I stared at him in anger. “How did I get up here from downstairs? I remember clearly that I went to the s
