62. Erus' POV
Seeing her cry is synonymous to having a dagger brutally slammed into my chest over and over again.
She quickly wipes her tears away as inhales to calm herself. “Promise me. Promise me that you won't hurt that girl like you did me.”
“I swear it.” I promise her. “I'll be the best person she has ever met.”
She unlocks the door and gets into the house. I expect the little angel to run down the stairs and welcome her mother, but the house is so quiet.
“Um, you can sit.” She points to the chairs.
I lower myself and sit down. This used to be her mother's house. Yes, I have come here a few times, but I have ever been inside.
I didn't know that her mother died and I felt sorry. I wanted to help Eva Woods, but she still held a grudge about what my family and I did to her
