Chapter Fifty-Three – Walking to the trap.
The news of yesterday kept my face all grumpy. I wanted to break it to Chloe when she asked.
But she didn’t like getting involved with others family business and I didn’t wanna drag her in mine.
I kept a serious face all day and an even serious face when I met Nancy. Guilt rushed all over me. I just hoped I won’t see our English teacher, I could cry.
“What’s with you? Did those kids come?” Chloe kept on enquiring. I couldn’t even tell her about the kids living with me now.
Baby John’s cute little hands and nose. Or how Gladys and I bonded over the Frozen cartoon?
Or how at the end of the day, Charles had hilariously visited, dressed like barney, to impress the kids.
My mood was like sour milk. I just couldn’t wait to go home.
At home,
