Once I had finally cleaned all of Cain’s room, I had no choice but to sit and wait patiently until he returned. I thought about that slave, and what he had said to me. Me, think that Cain loves me? The sounded as absurd in my head as it did when he had said it outloud.
“Why did my mother have so many sons!” Cain yelled as he opened the door to the room. He froze when he looked at me, almost os if he had forgotten that I was in there.
“Your brothers giving you trouble...Cain?” I asked, and he quickly forgot his shock and replaced it with a smile.
“You could say that. Isaac is behaving like the child that he is, and Milo is asking too much of me.” He said cryptically and I could tell that he did not want to share too much of the information. I wanted to push him, but I knew better than to
