“It just happened,” Elizabeth answered Andrea’s question.
Andrea felt her chest tighten when she heard Elizabeth’s answer. It was as if someone grabbed her heart and squeezed it like a lemon.
“Auntie,” Andrea said as she averted her attention to the old lady who was busy washing the pans and utensils used for cooking their breakfast. “Can I have this on a lunch box?” she asked while pointing her finger at the food on their dining table. “I need to prepare now. It’s already late.”
Andrea then stood up as she gulped down the lump on her throat while doing her best to maintain her facial expression. She doesn’t want Elizabeth or Alexander to notice the uneasiness and anxiety that slowly eats her confidence.
“Late? Are you going to work?” Alexander and Tina both asked in unison.
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