Cheney's POV
I didn't sleep thinking about the question of Krista, looking at the dark ceiling with my eyes, hesitating to tell her about Flora. A voice in my heart told me that I should tell Krista about this. But just that moment, I didn't know how to speak. Why should I be guilty? I don't know.
After dawn, Afra woke up first. She sat up happily and pushed me. "Uncle, uncle, it's time to get up."
I turned over and opened my eyes, just in line to Krista's newly opened eyes.
After they looked at each other, Krista smiled. "Morning."
"Morning," I got up and looked at Afra, who was facing me. "Little girl, what are you doing up so early?"
"I feel so happy when I wake up with you and my second aunt. It feels like I'm sleeping with my parents."
Krista sat up and rubbed Afra's head. "Afr
