For the upcoming week, Dariel was avoiding me. It was giving me a strange crushing sensation. Our home without our talks was painful, I was used to our bickering.

And this silence was killing me.

I didn’t expect this would affect him this deeply to the point he would start keeping his distance with me.

“Welcome-”

I was waiting for him in the hall, when he came, I tried to greet him happily but he stopped me like everyday.

“Missus Cannedy. I am busy.”

My jaw clenched when his cold tone came out. Using my words on me to hurt me.

‘Damn you, Jacey, you left but you stole my...