HER DOUBT

Ironin was taken aback by her accusation. He didn't move for a while.

When she was walking past her, he grabbed her wrist. 

"Wait, are you sure there wasn't any mistake?"

Veronica snickered. "Mistake? Am I blind? At first, I thought there could be an explanation. I thought it was magic or hallucination. 

"But then I knew it wouldn't be magic because magic couldn't be used in the Holy City. And, that wouldn't be a hallucination because everyone knew about it."

She tried to get away but Ironin wasn't ready to let go of her.

"Are you sure? Why don't you talk to him?"

"What is there to talk about? Ironin, let go. I'm not in the mood to have a conversation." She tried to pull her hand back.

Ironin nervously insisted, "Please… just talk to him. A burden on your chest, why not take it off?"

He was scared. He was afraid that she might disappear again if he let go of her hand.

"It's because I'm not ready to face it."