After squinting at me for a while, she closed the door at my face. I could hear someone asking her something from the inside.
"Who was it, Olivia?"
"A beggar." My mom replied in a cold voice, making me stunned.
A beggar??
"A beggar at our Hill Pack?" The man's voice seemed to be surprised hearing this. "Why would we have a beggar here."
"Who knows?" My mom didn't care about getting caught in her lie. She didn't want to hear a word about me. "Let's go and make some dishes."
I was frozen on the spot. Who was she talking about inside the house? And why did she act like she didn't see me at all? A sudden wave of panic hit my heart, and I knocked again. This time, my knocking had a touch of urgency.
"Mom, I know you're listening. Open the door!" I finally called out to her.
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