Rachel’s POV

We walked back into the house, Darius was still not convinced of the fact my conversation with his grandmother went smoothly but I had already burdened him enough.

He didn’t need to know how it went.

Grandma’s hurtful words still rang in my head like a broken record. I needed a drink of water to calm myself down.

“Excuse me” I muttered.

Darius held my wrist halting my steps, “Where are you going?”

“I need to grab some water, I am but thirsty,” ...