Suspicion, Accusation

‘Mum, that man looks familiar, I think I know him’ ice broken, I turn towards Adam who has his face scrunched in concentration.

‘He’s my boss, dear, you’ve not met him before’ Adam looks at the TV once more, it had shifted to a different news.

He shrugs his shoulders and continues eating finishing his food.

I go back to mine glancing at Adam to see him finishing his too, I guess his suspicion had died down seeing as there was no picture for comparism.

If one looked at both Simon and Ajax together, it was hard to miss the uncanny resemblance in their inky black eyes, the slant of their nose, the shape of their lips or in their small cat like ears.

Coupled with the fact that I told Adam we had history, it won’t be hard for him to put two and two together.

Even if he didn’t ask me it won’t be hard for him to go make his own findings, I hoped beyond hope that I had not done the wrong thing by telling Adam that I had history with Simon.

‘You’re not done eating? it’s getting la