The words pierced Killian like icicles.
He silently retracted his gaze and lowered his head to look at the osmanthus wine in his bowl.
Sheila’s own words had stirred up his emotions, after all, he had once been blind due to a car accident.
“Oh, right, your mom said you stayed in Lemoyne for a while before? Where did you live?”
Killian looked at her.
“On Oak Street, at my grandma’s house.”
“I lived here with my mom for a while during the first year. Later, my mom and uncle went abroad, and I lived with my grandma alone for more than two years until she passed away unexpectedly. Then we went abroad to join them.”
Although his tone was light, Sheila could feel the sorrow in his voice. He must be missing his grandma.
“How about we go see Grandma? It’s still early.”
Killian nodded, “O
