61. Stay

Lucy

Perfect!

Mr. Christian was standing at the door with a deep scowl on his face. His brows furrowed as he looked between Salvador and I, then to the backs on the floor. He looked all messed up.

There was blood on his white shirt which he had rolled the sleeve to his elbows. His black hair was all messy.

He almost looked unrecognizable.

My heart wept for him. I could understand the stress he was going through.

I would completely understand anything he tells me.

Because the look on his face says that, he was ready to let his anger out on me, and also the fact that, my brother was present in the midst of all these things.

" I have been waiting for you, over 30 minutes and you have been here in this room? What is going on?"

He said, I sent my hand behind my head and nervously scratched it. Perhaps, it would have been better if I had just stayed back at home or something and not show my face here.

What was I supposed to say? He was talking to Salvador and not me.

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