Chapter Eighteen

Thea was already seated on the bench waiting. The cool breeze of the evening swept against her face as she had her hands folded against her chest, in thoughts.

The footsteps behind her sounded closer and she was forced to tilt her head in curiosity. She watched him till he took his seat besides her on the bench in the park. It was them against the cheerful giggle of little children All around.

"Thank you for coming,"

"How is he?" Thea asked Samuel.

"How did you leave him?" He asked instead before meeting her stare.

"I didn't mean to," she said to him.

"Tell that to him and he won't understand." He looked away from her and stared at the scene that formally took Thea's attention. He won't fully understand until you tell him the whole truth Thea." Samuel told her.

"I can't,"

"What more sign do you want for you to know that whatever is happening is wrong? It has been wrong from the start."

"What do you mean?" Samuel turned to her now, meeting her stare one more time.

"Not too lon