Darius watches me for a second and presses his lips in a line, retaking his seat.
“Who were you looking for?” Darius asks, and I avert my gaze.
“Someone I used to speak to through a chat link online,” I answer, rubbing a hand down my face. When I look up, Darius has leaned forward, bracing his arms on his elbows.
“So, you were seeing someone?”
I shake my head. “I never met them. I am not sure who they are, but we talked for years from the time my grandmother died. We were friends.”
“A man?” Darius asks, and I shrug.
“I am not sure. We became friends. That’s all I know. I never met them or saw them, not even a picture. I have no idea if they were male or female. It could have been anybody.”
“Yet you went looking for them instead of calling on us,” Darius says, leaning back in his s
