Ameelah turned her eyes away from Darmiel. She does not want to see what was inside it, because she simply does not want to understand it yet. Her heart might forgive but her mind will never forget.
Amiel pulled their hands as he ran with vibrancy going to their house. He was full of energy, pulling his parents along as if they were just two playmates he succeeded in convincing to join his little game. "Hurry up, Mom! Come on, Dad! You're both so slow!" he cheered, his laughter echoing across the path. Ameelah forced a small smile for her son's sake, while Darmiel kept his eyes fixed on her side profile, trying to catch any glimpse of warmth. But Ameelah kept her gaze strictly forward.
As they entered the house, Amiel once again has another thing in mind. He took off his shoes hurriedly,
