“You?” I was surprised as I stood up. I exhaled in relief.
I had thought a thief had gotten into the house. I guess I had been engulfed in my thought that I was not aware when he walked in. It was Rafael.
“Hi” I managed to greet them, I didn’t know what to say as I was surprised he was there with me.
“What is the matter with you?” He questioned, looking at me with concern.
Of course, he was my brother but we were not like regular brothers and sisters. We didn’t have that type of relationship.
Well, it was a bit better when Father was alive but after Father’s death, he became withdrawn from everyone.
Their Father was murdered right in front of him and his mother a few years ago. I was just six at that time.
I was away with my elder brothers when we heard the news that Father had been murdered right in our house.
Rafael and I didn’t talk much when Father was alive and after Father’s death, he became worse.
“Nothing, I am fine” I wiped my eyes quickly. I didn’t want him to know anything.
For whatever reason, I was not comfortable with his presence. How did he get in and what was he doing here?
“How did you get in and what are you doing here?” I questioned. I could see the expression of shock on his face.
I thought deeply about what I had said. I quickly rephrased my words
"I mean why are you home at this time of the morning? I believe you should be in your shop?” I raised my brows.