our father, light grey eyes, her hair was blonde and straight. On the other hand, my hair was dark brown like my mother's. She didn't wai
o the kitchen and looked at the second cup. I poured the steami
cup back with a soft sigh. I grabbed the cl
splendid, no luxury, but a ho
ore my eyes holding the cup. I glanced up. Ava was f
nt wasn't part of my life, "Are you
t, "We have enough food for a week and mom'
er wrist and pushed it away, "We have enough
he said, placing her hand over her chest. She looked at me, o
ought. I worked for a local store. That wasn't truly a lie but
can't take my kids away." A high-pitch
in fear. She didn't wait and rushed out of the kitchen
e window and yelling, "Go away. They are my daughters. You took my son away." Her
ares anything. We haven't seen our father. Only in the picture
t of the window. There was no one. I didn't re
he window, "He came again." Her eyes were widened, almost rou
arms, hugging her tightly, "There's
looking at our mother in horror. I was used to her scared face too. She had grown up. She never steppe
icines, and Ava's school. She was sixteen. I didn't want to tell her about my secret job, but she knew just a l
d have changed the color of my eyes I would have. I didn't want to keep anything that reminded me of him. Whenever I looked at my eyes in the reflection. It reminded me of my father. He left her in his house when
her," I told her again
now." She looked normal when she said that. Her cheeks were red,
rly. I glanced around and held Ava's gaze. She wasn't looking terrified but her face was tense.
doctor couldn't tell us more. I couldn't sell our house
opped ne
smile broadened as she re
he store today." I couldn't resist smiling back.
er. She looked at our mother for a few more seconds, "Mom," There was h
at time when we crie
a's cheek, "Of course, how was your school, Sw
from the second side, "It was fabulous,
of the team from the starting of
re are you going?" Mom
om." I gestur
lithered under the blanket, "He won't come now. Not at least for
you talk mom
. She always asked the same question whenever she got th
ess." She looked at us. Her smile didn't waver like always when she beheld us. Sometim
o kn
out him. I didn't want her to ask. It could
cket of my pyjamas. Ava followed my gaze. There wa
d night, mom, Ava. See you in
ie." I heard mom and
with mom." I chided her and shoved the phone out of m
Ava asked, a little fro
display, "Somewhere, in the wooded
" She sq
er back. Mom was holding the photo frame of us three, "I hav
mom? You know. I can't handl
ting off, "You can do this. She won't wa
mple ones, carrying his file, writing everything he
llowed me, "I'm not responsible for anything." Her gaze narrowed at
enough for us now. My job is important to me. It's not a boring job to work with an old detective
I trust you," I whi
d and she curled her arm
old bag from the wooden chair and slid one s