DESMOND
"Henry." I uttered as my eyes fell on my brother and my mother. He looked a lot different than I remembered but I was at least happy he looked okay.
"Desmond." He replied in the same mannerism. I threaded to the couch opposite them, unable to keep my gaze off them. Although I was happy to see them, that didn't mean I wasn't quelling with rage and contempt.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, locking eyes with him so he found it impossible to waver. "You came just to say hi? Or you came to pity me? Or scold me? Or let's go with the basic one, you came here because you miss me?" I arched my right eyebrow upwards.
He cleared his throat while he intertwined his fingers repeatedly. He always did this when he was nervous.
"Truth be told, I never imagined I'll be visiting her
