Astennu
Badru set down the final box of food, throwing me the last item we needed for our mate’s snacks; a packet of olive and sesame seed crackers.
“You really don’t think she’ll have a problem with this?” He arched his brow at me, putting the groceries away and flinging the fridge door shut.
“The blindfold? Probably not,” I cut up the last of the fruit, setting it aside for my brother to rearrange. “It's the surprise of what we’re gonna feed her that’ll make her sceptical.”
Evie had expressed on numerous occasions how much she hated surprises, not that it was a bad thing or something I wanted to see change in her. But I did want her to see a surprise from us as a good thing, one to look forward to and that would never lead to anything she hated. It was never the actual surprise she
