296 THE TRUE REASON

“Are you pulling our legs?” Cecilia questioned. “Because if this is a joke, well it's not funny.” “Stop playing around Anna. We both know you don't actually mean what you're saying,” Daniel told her as he continued to dice the meat before rubbing in the spices. “I’m damn serious,” she told them with a serious look on her face. “It's been weeks already and I don't see myself ever going back to him. I saw him yesterday—” Oh, that was why. Both Daniel and Cecilia thought. “—and anger washed over me. Everything that I'd done my best to bury surfaced just by seeing his face. How could I ever go back to him when all I see when I look at him is pain?” She questioned. “How am I supposed to survive that?” She inquired with a deep sigh. “But—” Daniel said. She raised her hands. “No buts. Let's finish cooking because I'm famished,” she told them and collected the bowl of diced meat from Daniel. “She doesn't mean it,” Daniel told Cecilia when he saw her looking at Anna with wo