Friends.

Juzarh

Leiya

“But what about someone to keep you company?”

“I have books to do so.”

He walked to a small shelf beside the door I came out of, filled to the brim with books. There was no way he only had books to read every day of his life. I did so for just a few days, and I could swear I almost lost my mind.

“You have to have someone you can speak to.”

“You know,” he said with a small chuckle.

“You are the first woman I have had a conversation with.”

I was stunned into silence. For a moment, I was completely blank, unable to come up with a response, a question or something else.

“What about your mother?”

Surely he must have had some kind of relationship with her, but to my surprise, he gently shook his head.

“The moment the child reaches the age of two, he is brought here to stay with the man he would call father for the rest of his life.”

He then lowered his eyes, picking at the body of a book on the shelf. “I have no memory of my