Michael stared at me deeply. He didn't ask me why I was here, and I didn't ask him. None of us mentioned the quarrel in the morning.
We might all need an explanation, but not now, not this moment.
I could sense the distance between our hearts. It had nothing to do with what happened between us, no matter how many conflicts or suspicions we had. The person in front of me belonged to me, and my heart knew that.
Michael grabbed my hand and suddenly frowned. I saw him take off his coat and put it on me.
Michael touched my face and sighed. "It's so cold. How long have you been outside?"
"It's been a long time," I said in a low voice.
"Can you tell me the reason?" Michael said.
"What about you? And why are you here?" I asked.
