SIN

I drew in a deep breath and let it out. Despite that, my thoughts were muddled.

I stiffened as I felt Artemisia's hand on my shoulder.

“What is going on?”

I heard the concern in her voice, and I didn't need to turn to know how the expression on her face would be. She tends to crease her brows and chew her button lip whenever she was worried.

How should I explain it to her, and where was I going to start from? I mused.

Perhaps I needed to clear my thoughts first to make her understand what was going on with me. Because explaining some things to her...