Annette would have to figure out a way—a way to help Avelina escape from the house. And she would make sure Avelina never came back again. Not as long as they were still living with Mr. Hamilton.
Her grip on the tray tightened, and she proceeded downstairs, making her way towards the kitchen. She dropped the dishes and returned to the living room to hand the key over to Mr. Hamilton.
"Did she eat?" Mr. Hamilton questioned.
Annette nodded. "Yes, she did."
Mr. Hamilton smirked, but it was barely perceptible. "Good. Very good."
Annette turned around to leave, but that was when it suddenly struck her. Good?
Why would Mr. Hamilton say good? He doesn't care about Avelina, so what was the reason? She couldn't figure it out, but she knew those words were causing this feeling of uneasiness to arise within her.
Annette let out a deep breath and walked away, leaving the living room.
…
