Erza stared at him before sighing and nodding. “Okay, I’ll be back. I have finished my drawer,” she said after thirty minutes; he nodded, not looking at her. “I’m going to go find Liv and Scar; they’re working on the shelf for her room.”
Ash tensed at that but said nothing. He hadn’t found time to speak to his sister after she confessed, but she knew not to do anything. Scar was in a relationship, and after what homewrecking had done to her blood parents, she had always said she would never be that man who helped her mother but, in doing so, killed her. So, she wouldn’t do this; he trusted her. They were friends; Jesus f**k, he hoped she didn’t do anything.
Through the last month, they had finished painting the walls and had hired people to put up the wallpaper and the flooring for the h
