Anila POV
“Are you serious?” I asked, sounding a little breathy.
He gave me a curt nod, his face still showing indifference. He quickly closed his book that sat on the table before I could see what he was reading as I made my way to his table.
“Yeah, I understand the want to learn about your parents,” he murmured, standing to his feet.
I wondered what he meant by that, and I wanted to ask him, but I also didn’t want to be rude about it. He gestured for me to follow him, and I did so without hesitation.
“You felt the need to learn about your parents?” I asked.
He was quiet for a moment, and I honestly didn’t think he was going to answer me.
“I never knew my parents,” he shocked me by admitting. “I lived in an orphanage until I was old enough to go to school and then I met Sara
