MARSHA'S POV:-
I was waiting for him patiently. He was inside the closet, probably looking for something that would answer my questions. He came back out with a file in his hands. He sat beside me and grabbed my hand. "Do you trust me, Mira?" He asked me the same question again. I rolled my eyes at his question. I nodded my head.
"How much do you trust me?" He asked me and I really felt an urge to punch him on his face and tell him that I trust him that he would not punch me back. I sighed as I knew I could not do that. Although he had saved my life. I could not just punch the guy who had saved my life.
"I trust you enough to sit beside you in this locked room." I replied and he nodded his head.
"Fair enough. Here are all the answers to all of the questions you have in your mind. At le
