85. Fighting

“Are you alright?” Christie’s voice came pierced through my thinking and brought me back to reality.

I offered the maid a small smile and picked up the knife that I had dropped previously to press the back of my palms to my head when it had begun to throb.

“Of course, why?” I replied, trying my best to sound as cheerful as possible, but I could see I had overdone it from the way the maids face furrowed even more in suspicion.

“Well I understand it’s been really hard for you recently and all, I just think you’re becoming a different person. You’re a lot more quiet nowadays and you’re always thinking. I mean I understand that everything that has happened has definitely really hit you hard but it feels even worse now, you know.”

When Christie stopped talking, I paused for a couple of seconds to take in her words. I knew for a fact that I changed since after the incident, but I didn’t think that I had changed even more recently.

“I-I’m sorry. I know it’s not my place. I just want you