Nathalie's lips parted for what he muttered out of nowhere. 'A who? Hold up, hold up… I know I didn't hear that right—'
"You must've been curious… Never have I imagined that the one I've served my loyalty to was the only creator."
But then with his smiles and the rest of his gestures that matched his heat signatures, he was far from lying at all.
Only when he started to open his mouth and allowed himself to explain what he meant, did she gasp aloud.
To him, miracles happened in his favor.
Nathalie was in all ears as this had been the most vulnerable moment and how to open Keith was for as long as she could remember. He dropped his head low, glancing at his clasped hands with a long face.
It was already hard to believe to hear it from his mouth, whenever a situation called he needed help, or the least he expected would've come— not that he was a religious man, to begin with, but then his prayers have answered the way he wanted it to be…
