DAMIAN’S POV
A million things ran through my mind as I saw the person who was standing at the door. Jeevan, the number one person I suspected in all of this, was standing at the door, looking at me. He was the last person I wished to have been, the one standing at my door and possibly eavesdropping on my conversation.
“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, intending to find out if he heard anything from the conversation. I watched him intently to find out if he was lying.
“Not too long; I only heard the last part of your conversation, if that's what you are asking,” he replied.
He made no sign to show if he was lying or not. His face remained stoic, as it has always been. Depicting not a single emotion. The man had a strong poker face.
“What did you hear?” I inquired furth
