Staggering truth.

Staggering truth.

“Why am I here?” My silent question filled the silence in the room. I asked the same question, trying to get some answers that my brain could understand, not the ones he had been making up.

"Right now, to get some rest. You look worn out and depleted. Hm?” There was a gentleness in his tone this time. “And you better sleep, as I don't want to see those dark shadows below your eyes,” he demanded, wagging his index finger in my direction threateningly. “You better eat and rest well.”

Did he just change the important topic? Did he? He did!

At his expressive eyes, I felt like a prey, his prey. “I expect you to have taken a good rest and eaten well before I return.”

"And for the previous questions, you'd come to know in due time," he revealed, staring. “Be patient till then.”

What? I wondered briefly, staring confusingly at him.

Looking somewhat satisfied with my confounded appearance, he smiled slightly; however, his eyes were hard.

Hastily, he brought his hand