Dwayne was not that blind. He saw it in her. Those innocent yet cold eyes were just a facade, behind those eyes, clouded in fuzzy, was her fears and trepidation. She had tried to wade the fear off —better still try to rule over them, but somehow, they kept coming back to her; hurting her down.

If not that she was strong on her own, Dwayne, on the other hand, knows she would have broken down to her least —for long. Her little sister is strong, but not enough to fight off the trepidation ...