I sighed and carried her up, her body felt hot, she was probably running a temperature, she was as light as a feather looking all malnourished and unrecognizable.
How long has she been locked in here? I wondered.
“Long enough to turn her into this, obviously,” Ava replied.
I rushed out with her, “Who do you think is responsible”
Ava rolled her eyes, “you already know what I'm going to say, no need to ask”
“Do you think she'll be that wicked to a child she raised with her own sweat?” I still found it difficult to believe
“People are unpredictable, especially those driven by jealousy. You never can tell” Ava muttered
Looking at the unconscious figure in my arms, with shallow breaths I felt a wave of pity for her, she was… sad.
“And where do you think you're going to?” Andrea block
