SIN

I drew in a deep breath and let it out. My thoughts were still muddled despite that.

I stiffened as I felt Artemisia's hand on my shoulder.

"What is going on?"

I heard the concern in her voice and I didn't need to turn to know how the expression on her face would be. She tended to crease her brows, chew her button lips whenever she was worried.

How should I explain it to her and where was I going to start from? I mused.

Perhaps, I needed to clear my ...