You're home? I made dinner." A familiar female voice suddenly sounded cutting through the sharp silence.
Slowly he raised his head to find a familiar figure. The woman in front of him had a delicate yet sharply arresting appearance.
With large eyes and shining green orbs, her smile was always kind and did more to soften her features whenever she put one on her face.
The woman in front of him used to be his only safe space. The only remaining light in the darkness of his past.
His past...cold and empty as it was, painfully numbing as it was, there was still light, but that light had turned her back on him.
Tristan's expression hardened, "What are you doing here?"
Genevieve knew that her brother wouldn't forgive her that easily, even if she had come into his home to cook him dinner, so she didn't allow the disappointment she felt at how cold he sounded to her just now show on her face. Instead she smiled brightly.
