Annabel's POV

It wasn't till the clock struck nine in the morning did the front door open quietly and Myron gently walked into the house.

After pulling off his shoes by the door, he turned around and was startled by my still frame sitting quietly on the couch some meters away from him.

He quickly regained his composure and it was at this moment I realized how good Myron is at pretending and hiding his true reflection within him.

It is symbolic to the first time I met him when he hid his face ...