“If you’re here for food, why didn’t you ask?” I called down to the sad group.
“You think we’re stupid? It’s not like you would just give it to us. We know that you’re bloodthirsty leeches!” the crying boy’s mother shouted.
I closed the window and looked at Soren.
“Mila…”
“They’re hungry. We have the food.”
“You can’t go out there.”
“Watch me!”
I hurried out of the room and down to the kitchens. It wasn’t much, but I grabbed some loaves of bread.
Through the walls, I heard the women shouting at me.
“I knew it! I knew it!
“You selfish, greedy freak!”
“You’re hoarding it all to yourself!”
When I opened the front door, they all stopped talking. I went to the kids and tore off chunks of bread, passing them out. They stopped crying immediately when they took bread from me and quickly started chewing on it.
Soon, the air was filled with the sound of munching and crunching from the hard crust of the bread.
I made sure each child got some, ignoring the adults.
