Even as her heart aches badly and tears would be the natural way of expressing the sorrow and the affliction that runs deep inside her she cannot allow the tears to fall. Realizing she won’t be able to hold them back any longer she abruptly abandons her chair and dashes out of the room. “Do you have any idea what you have done?” Sam stands by the kitchen doorway, an angry scowl on his face and his eyes narrowed and glimmering with hatred and distaste. Sarah keeps on humming a tune while washing the dishes, she heard Sam but she is just going to pretend there is no one else in the room but her.
Infuriated by her pretending not to hear him, Sam strides over to her and shoves her away from the sink, “and what do you think you are doing young boy?” she furrows her brows.
“You are a nanny fro
