(YORK'S POV)
When I opened the door, I saw Amanda swiftly brush her fingers on her cheeks. Was she crying? That's the first time that came to mind.
"Are you okay?" I said.
She nodded, although she was not looking at me. I can feel her breathing, in and out deeply as if she was trying to gain her composure. She's surely not looking okay, but why? And do I really have to ask? However, it doesn't make sense for me.
"You are not looking okay, but if you don't want to tell me about it, it's fine." I sat on her bed behind her. "But we some important things to discuss, about Tim."
She abruptly changed her sitting position turning in my direction the moment she heard Tim's name.
"Why are you talking about Tim?" She asked; her brows are furrowed.
"Because Tim is in Jassy's body," I uttered.
"Then how would you know that it was Tim and not Jassy or, I mean not Thea?"
