Brad's POV.
I searched her eyes to detect her answer.
"I told you I have forgiven you. I meant it, Brad."
I released a breath I have been holding.
"But, I thought…"
"You thought I haven't forgiven you?" she asked with confusion settling in her grey eyes.
I nod. "I was judging from your reaction before you threw me out the other night,".
She didn't give me a reply. She opens the door and entered
"Come in," she says whilst clinching on the door.
I trot in and closed the door behind me.
She wanders off, leaving me lost in my thoughts trying hard to read her silent reaction.
She came back with a first aid kit.
"Come let me treat your bruises." She softly says to me like she is talking to a child.
I chuckled at that.
I sat on the couch. I took off the backpack that was hauled around my shoulders and placed it beside me.
April pushed a small table forward and crouch down in front of me.