FERN’S POV
“I am the only childhood friend of Angelika…” He started and it felt like I was talking with my real father at the moment, bringing me back from childhood by opening an old story book which is randomly sitting in a family shelf.
“Go on…” I replied like a child who suddenly lost his ability to read.
I took my first bite of pizza and opened 2 bottles of beer for me and sir Mike as we both sit in the living area of our house. I gave her his drink and he took a slice of pizza as well. Ever since he opened up about my mother, I noticed that he’s been avoiding my gaze like showing some form of guilt in his face.
“Thank you…” he cleared his throat before proceeding with his story. I’m guessing he’s not planning to share with me his s
