"How is he?" Emelisse tried her best to sound nonchalant as Benedict returned home late in the evening.
She fought to keep her face impassive, but only she knew the turmoil inside of her. She felt sick to her core. Almost to the point of vomiting her insides out. And to fight that and not let anyone see was not an easy task. Her mother was already watching her with suspicious looks ever since she got back, all red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. It took every strength in her body to not break down as she narrated what happened.
"Yes, how is he?" Bridget pressed. "Nothing fatal, I hope?" Emelisse blinked at her mother, dread spreading through her chest as she turned to her brother. He cannot speak faster, she grimaced.
"No, nothing fatal," Benedict replied and the grim expression on hi
