Otsana
He stared at me in confusion, his mind racing. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to begin.
“Don’t just stand there silent. Tell me who sent you!” I yelled. I had eaten and finally had the strength to confront him.
“I don’t understand what you mean by who sent me,” he replied, his face earnest. Despite the sincerity in his expression, I found it hard to believe him.
“Don’t lie to me. I’m ready to do anything to get away from you. I don't trust you,” I admitted, my voice trembling with fear.
“I know you don’t trust me,” he said calmly. “But if I wanted to harm you, I would have done it when I found you unconscious. There are plenty of reasons you should trust me, but you haven’t…” His words trailed off, leaving me in silence.
My eyes were fixe
