I abruptly woke up and started gasping heavily.
The room was already dark. The sky outside the window had also darkened. Unexpectedly, I slept all afternoon.
Dexter was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me. I was so startled to see his gaze that my heart ached.
It was hard not to be scared when I woke up and saw the murder suspect staring at me.
I rubbed my eyebrows, a little confused. "Don't keep staring at me. It's scary."
He lowered his head but soon looked up at me again. His eyes were bright under the illumination of the night light as if he wanted to see through me.
I felt guilty for no reason, so I looked away. I feared that Dexter would discover I wasn't the original Sofia.
"Dinner is here."
He pointed to the food on the table, asking me to finish my meal. I dared not eat it as there must be aphrodisiacs in it.
"I won't eat it. I have no appetite."
