Each of them was holding a basket. Ida could barely hold one with both hands yet for Sierra and Alistair, it looked as if it did not weigh a thing.
"We're going to feed some children," she declared with a smile.
"You know, you don't have to do this to get into my good books," Alistair commented, not realizing how much his words would hurt.
Sierra stopped in her tracks for a moment. She turned around to face him, her eyes were filled with anger. Realizing he had said something wrong, he wanted to apologize immediately.
But what should he apologize for?
"Someone like you will never understand," Sierra said coldly before turning and walking in the direction the children ran in.
It did not take long for them to find it as the further they got, the more children they found. All of them were dressed in tattered clothing. Everyone was begging on the side of the streets. Alistair was stunned to see this.
