(From Blue's Perspective)
"Blue," she murmured slowly.
"Why did you cry, sweetie?" I asked gently, touching her scarlet cheek with the palm of my right hand.
She sniffed and then hugged me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and sobbed once more. Now I truly felt guilty. I should have met her. I was afraid that if I went to meet them with swollen eyes, they would question me and suspect something was wrong.
Actually, even though they were Demetrius's family, they sometimes suspected that Dem was crossing the line. After all, they had an idea of Dem's personality. So, I thought that if they somehow noticed that I was crying, they would suspect that Dem had done something to make me cry. Well, it was not his fault that I cried. I cried because I had lost my child. Why would he have to look bad for no reason?
My eyes were still a little puffy. However, because the puffiness was not excessive, they would improve by lunchtime.
