SIN
I drew in a deep breath and let it out. Despite that, my thoughts were muddled.
I stiffened as I felt Artemisia's hand on my shoulder.
“What is going on?”
I heard the concern in her voice, and I didn't need to turn to know how the expression on her face would be. She tended to crease her brows and chew on her bottom lip whenever she was worried.
How should I explain it to her, and where was I going to start from? I mused.
Perhaps I needed to clear my thoughts first to make her understand what was going on with me. Because explaining some things to her could be quite difficult sometimes, before and after telling her about my situation, she was going to bombard me with questions. I need to be prepared for that.
Yet, it doesn't matter if I told her later or not. I was certain she w
