CHAPTER 29: Lost years

　　Almost an hour later, I stepped out of my bedroom with Diya behind me and I made my way to the front door. I opened and my eyes glanced around to see where he was, and when I didn’t, I wondered whether he had gotten tired and given up the fight, but Aaron wasn’t one to give up that easily. Not the Aaron I’d gotten to know these past few weeks. 　　My eyes travelled down the street and I saw a Black Mercedes parked there and as soon as I caught sight of it, the car turned on and it moved toward my front door. It packed and out came the dashing Aaron in simple khaki trousers and a White polo. He had glasses over his face and his hair was in the same bun it was when we met yesterday. He closed the car and locked it before approaching the front door, where I stood with Diya. With every step he took, my heartbeat increased. I was certain I could not face him. I was still a mess on the inside and he looked prepared for chaos. 　　“Zera, good morning.” 　　“It’s hardly a good morning since you