“I’m already awake but not Anna. I need to wake her up and we both have to get ready. So it might take more than 30 minutes. Who knows,” I made an excuse.
“Don’t make excuses. Taking breakfasts as early as possible is a good habit. Anna must learn. And you too,” he added in a serious note.
“Okay. First I thought you were joking but your tone decoded you are serious. Don’t worry, I will be there on time,” I agreed.
“Good girl.” He hung the call.
I placed the phone back at where it was and patted Anna’s shoulder, “Anna, it’s time for breakfast.”
“He will kill is the way he said before,” she murmured in sleep.
“What? Who? Who will kill us?” I asked.
“He. Uncle Treycen. He said it before when we were here the last time,” even though her eyes were closed, she spoke fluently. Her bo
