Wren's POV
“Mummy, can we please go to the market now? Can we?" Five years old me tugged on my mother's skirt.
“I don't know, Wren, I don't think it's a good idea." Mummy said, her eyebrows furrowed like it did whenever daddy was late from work.
“Please mummy, you promised." I tugged endlessly on her skirt, bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
“Wren, I said no." Mummy said sternly, my chin wobbled and tears filled my eyes.
“Oh come on Lyla, the poor girl wants to go to the market, what's the harm in that?” Daddy said from where he was sitting by the fireplace.
"Atticus, what if they are still looking for her?" Mummy said anxiously.
"it's been five years, surely they can't still be looking for her. It will be safe and it will also be good for her, go.“ Between my pleading eyes and daddy’
