I was in the backyard in my yellow bikini, resting on the day bed in fowler's position under the parasol by the elliptical poolside, another perk from the home renovation. I was quietly browsing through the books the teachers from my school had entrusted us to read before the end of summer break when the patio door opened. I didn't have to look to recognise those fake lilting voices with so much stress accommodating perfection.
It was Quinn and Suri, along with resonant voices that tell there were men in the building.
Lilith should deal with that.
Although it wasn't my lucky day, my inner words couldn't be heard, and my prayers for silence wasn't answered.
Quinn stupidly asked regardless of the patency of my position,
"What are you doing?" Her voice was stilted, I already knew, so w
