I tightened the screw before wiping my hand against my pants. Lucia was sitting on her chair, holding her head, looking tensed. I narrowed my gaze at the petite woman, who always had snarky remarks, was now sitting with a tense look on her face.
Sighing, I knocked on her table and she gazed up at me. Her eyes were red; there were creases on her forehead and my heartbeat sped up.
"Lucia! What's wrong?" She took a deep breath, shaking her head in response. I hastily took a seat in front of her, looking into her stressed orbs. She looked frightened. Scared. Timid.
"Ali," She started and my heart dropped to my stomach. That kid has already seen enough for his lifetime. And the thought of another childhood getting destroyed, breaks my heart.
"What's wrong with Ali?" I asked cautiously a
