Chapter Eight

I couldn’t believe that I had slept like a dead person. Did he not ask me to take a nap? My gaze turned to the window. I could see the sun raising up in the sky.

'No one came to wake me up.'

I yawned and kept looking out of the window. My mother's thoughts in blood made me jerk on my feet. I couldn't enjoy the silence of the morning. I exhaled loudly before getting out of bed.

I freshened up hurriedly and rushed out of the room. My mother would be fine. I told myself.

Troy and Max were having their breakfast. I didn't intend to greet them. I sauntered over to the door of my mother's room.

Ammu was sitting on the chair, her eyes trained on mom, "She's getting better. The gash is healing." She must have scented me.

My eyes darted to my mother's face. She was getting her colors back, "Yes, did she wake up?" I asked in a soft voice. She needed proper rest.

"Not yet, but soon," She breathed slowly as it would disturb her