Eve Thompson stopped in her tracks and turned her head back.
Anthony Charlie sat on the bed, sunlight pouring through the glass.
He stiffened his jaw, his eyes fixed on her.
His dark and deep gaze now had a hint of brightness, as if reflecting the sunlight.
Still, Eve felt as if he could see right through her.
She hesitated: "What's wrong?"
Anthony did not speak; he turned his head away, suddenly looking to the side.
The girl before him seemed full of resistance, as if she didn't want to get too close to him...
Her sister had just passed away...
She must be grieving, just as he had been when he first discovered that she was Little Black. All he could think about was how good it was...
How could it be good when her sister had died?
Eve's doubts were also clear to Anthony.
Was it possible that her sister had perished in the fire while trying to save her?
He sighed.
If Little Black didn't want to talk about it, they could leave it at that for now.
