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Kimmon's POV

Although Copter had volunteered the information that Liana was just a family friend, my gut instinct was telling me that he was keeping some vital information from me. Because that thought was hanging over my head like a dark heavy cloud, I could not bring myself to enjoy the rest of the evening with Copter. And anyway, for some reason there still seemed to be some residual side effect of drowsiness from the pain medication that I had taken earlier, so I decided to call it an early night.

After I brushed my teeth and did my nightly rituals I asked Copter if it was okay with him if I already turned in even if he was still wide awake and wanted to do some stuff like video games or watching some TV shows or going through his social media on his computer. I explained to him that I was already feeling sleepy.

I did fall asleep not too long after but for some reason I was  awakened by some faint noise.  The room was dark . Copter must have turned off the lights when I fell asleep. He wasn't on his space beside me. I heard some noises in the bathroom so I assumed that he was in there. I looked at the digital clock on the dresser table.  It said half past ten at night.

I went to the bathroom door and placed my ear against the door. He was talking to someone in hushed tones. But suddenly his voice sounded louder and he was talking in something like a frustrated and irritated voice.

"Honey, it's not totally my fault. You were the one who encouraged me to audition for an acting part, so here I am. I cannot be in two places at one time, sweetheart."

HONEY...SWEETHEART...he had addressed someone as honey and sweetheart. Could it be Liana he was talking to?

The rapid beat of my heart and the tightness in my chest was making it hard for me to breathe. I quickly climbed back into bed before he went out of the bathroom. I lay on my side facing the wall so that he wouldn't see my face when he joined me in bed.

After a few minutes I heard him come inside the room.

"P'Kim?" he said in a whisper, as he climbed into bed, "are you awake?"

I did not respond. I kept my eyes tightly closed feeling the tears trickling to one side, wetting my pillowcase.

I felt him lie down on his side, facing me. I could tell that he was facing me because I could hear and feel him breathing against my neck.

I was in a dilemma as to how I would act towards him in the morning.  Should I pretend that I did not hear what I heard in the bathroom, or should I confront him?

Suddenly, without warning, a sob escaped my lips.

"P'Kim!" Copter sat up and gently pulled me to face him. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Don't you sweetheart me!" I cried, pushing him away, making him almost fall off the bed.