CHAPTER 33Emily “It must have been tough going through something like that,” I say, in a gentle voice, observing his expression. We stood beside the sink, his arms folded guardedly across his chest, a frown etched between his brows and his jaw clenched and unclenched. “It’s a thing of the past now, Emilia,” he replied brusquely. His tone slipped into its usual flippant tone. He moved towards the stove, he gingerly used a kitchen towel to open the boiling soup. He fetched a spoonful of the broth, lifted it to his mouth, and tasted it. "Salt, please,” he muttered. I grabbed the salt from the cupboard and handed it to his outstretched hand. Not wanting to lose the momentum of our conversation, I pressed on in a gentle tone. “I understand that, but it won't hurt to share right?” He sighed in frustration, “I find it extremely difficult to talk about Seth, Emily,” he turned to me, apprehension swirling in his eyes. “It still hurts.”“I lost my father too at the peak of my teenage
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