VILKAS
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Lilliana,” I said once again. Agitated.
“I don’t understand why you keep asking me that? I can’t even remember what I did, what exactly did I do?” She whimpered the question.
The confusion swirling in her eyes was very genuine. It almost convinced me she was telling the truth.
I turned to Collete. She shrugged. “She’s telling the truth.” She said.
I squinted my eyes at the woman. I had not seen her for almost three years now. I’d never thought I’d see her again; well, she was a defiant woman and subversive. Brazen at times. Brass-necked but proper nonetheless. In my eyes, she didn’t look troubled nor paradoxical, so why would she suddenly show up? The news was, she was committed.
The thing we had in the past served the due regard I had for her, th
