"Mahalia…" Hendrix called her out of her thoughts.

She lifted her face, staring at him. "Hmmm! You called me."

"Yes I called you, you haven't given me an answer to my question." he reminded her.

She grimaced. "But I told you not to worry about it, I'm okay."

"That can't happen, how do you expect to feel less haunted when you just answered a call that got you so annoyed?" He uttered and dropped his spoon on the plate.

She furrowed her brows. "Don't mind my father, this is how he acts, even to my mother."

"But it's never a crime to know what's going on between the both of...