Tristan and I were having breakfast. The silence was now common between us, especially from when I confessed that I had feelings for him and no longer did.
That was a lie. I still have feelings for him but his belonging to the darkness rendered me helpless about it.
So far Tristan had not asked me about my late-night visit to the present which meant that Marilyn had not told anyone yet.
But I could not go on with the assumption. It could be that she had already told him but they had decided to catch me red-handed. It could be that they were all waiting for me to slip.
I glanced at him, he was eating his food and his complete focus was there. Did he know?
"Genevieve," He said my name, and my grip tightened on the fork, was she going to ask me now? "You stay in your room all day. I would love to see you outside." His concerned eyes were not trusted by me.
