"I've been keeping an eye out for everyone. I have people following people. Especially Atlas. And before you get weird about it, I'll tell you why."
Aveline readjusted into her seat, opening her ears and her heart.
"I found out about the committee a few months ago when I was researching about our father, Henry Parker."
Aveline's heart doubled. She wasn't ready to get used to Faiza of all people, referring to her father as her own father too.
"They were a group of close friends in the nineties. They were all creative minds in different fields. Henry Parker, a budding painter. Zara Mustafa, a makeup artist. Nadia Sinclair," she paused, and her eyes watered.
"You loved her," Aveline said, a hint of surprise in her voice.
"Why do you sound so surprised?"
"I guess I just don't see you as someone who genuinely loves others." She shrugged.
"Fair enough," she bobbed her head. "Can I go ahead?"
"Please do."
