AIDEN
I couldn’t find the right answer for the little girl, no matter how much she wanted it. How could I bear the tell Emma the truth? She was just a child.
Thankfully, before I could muster up a reply, Charlotte returned and immediately asked her youngest child to help her make lunch.
Emma protested a little but ultimately did as she was told.
Little was said after that, and when Steven finally returned, the meal was ready. Or at least what constituted a meal around here.
Charlotte placed a few pieces of stale bread and a bowl of soup in front of me and then took a seat on one of the armless chairs. The food didn’t smell too appetizing, but Charlotte had worked hard with what resources she had, so I accepted my portion gratefully.
“Thank you,” I said, and then I caught Steven smili
