Chapter 45

"She once had a child?" I thought to myself and my body stiffened a bit. Surely never expected that update. When could this have happened? Was it during those three interminable years when she had vanished without a trace? But despite the amount of questions I had, I still tried to act composed and I schooled my expression into one of indifference. I focused on the almost invisible ripples forming on the surface of my coffee as I slowly stirred the steaming liquid. "I don't want to hear it," I said flatly with nonchalance. To be honest, I was mostly not interested in hearing any stories about her murky past even though at some point before, I used to be interested in it. What purpose would it serve to dredge up all of those stories anyway? In the background of where we both sat I could hear voices and clinks of cutlery, but it all faded like far away murmurs as Bella's eyes drove like nails into me. Her fingers curled around her own cup and she slowly took a sip before rolling her eyes