"I went to meet Nesta two days ago"
The living room on second floor settles in silence among us. Damian sits across me with a cup of coffee in his grasp. Ken stands by my side quietly. "But when I arrived to there, my mother-in-law didn't allow me to step inside. No matter how hard I attempted, she did not let me"
Damian takes a sip of coffee. "That day, I received a phone call on my way back to apartment because I couldn't get in. It was from Nesta. She was yelling. Telling me to save her from that hell. But I..." He stops. The way he bites his lower lip screams his urge to cry out loud.
He is wasting my time. "What did you do?" I throw a query to push him a bit. "I got irritated since she was ordering me around after days even though I had been looking for her to talk. So, we got into argument. And later that night, her mother contacted me furiously"