135

We immediately sprung apart from each other. I couldn't stop staring at her while Ethan started scratching at the wall with his finger as if examining and finding some fault in the layout of the wall or the paint.

"God, I'll be late. I need to have breakfast." He said and briskly climbed down the stairs.

Samara shook her head and she closed her mouth. She looked down and gasped.

"I'm so sorry." She said, bending down to hastily pick up the broken pieces.

I walked towards her and crouched next to her. "It's okay." I said although I wasn't sure if it was. I didn't know how much this antique piece must have cost.

We awkwardly began piling pieces together even though she said that I shouldn't.

"Samara, about what you saw, can you not tell anyone about it?"

"I saw nothing. Don't worry."

"Thanks."

"It's just that I was so shocked. I thought you two hated each other."

"Not anymore."

"Go have breakfast. I'll clean this up."

"Alright, thanks."