Mr skanda's POV

It was a brand new day. It was nine days left for me to fix my mistakes, or forget about them.

I drove in my car to Julianne's. The sun was still rising when I got to her place, it was a few minutes past seven. I rang the doorbell, and the little boy answered.

"Hello, good morning sir." He stood in front of me, still wearing his pajamas.

"Good morning boy! How are you doing?" My thoughts raced back to my conversation with his mother yesterday. She said he was deaf and dumb. But wasn't he the one who just greeted me?

Has he been feigning to be deaf, and dumb all along, or was his mother lying to me? It had to be either of the two.

"Very well Mr. Skanda. Thank you!" He smiled at me. He appeared so comfortable around me.

His mother appeared behind him a few seconds after he gave his response.

"You came earlier than I imagined." She giggled. Her long hair that I admired the day before was strapped firmly with a scarf. She was putting on nightwear just like my wife. I could