I pursed my lips. Seeing her resentful expression, I felt complicated, not knowing how to console her. Yet, it didn’t seem like she needed my consolation either.
After a while, I spoke up, “I totally understand how you feel, and I empathize with you, but this is just your side of the story. Besides, I shouldn’t stir up trouble in this place.”
Hearing that, she sneered, “Whatever! I know it’s just your excuse. It’s fine if you’re unwilling to help me out, but I will never marry him. I am the master of my fate; no one gets to decide my future for me.”
It was late already, and my phone almost ran out of battery. I left the cowshed, with Amy following suit as she locked it.
After hesitating for a while, I asked, “Isn’t there anything to eat at home? Why didn’t you prepare some food for your sister?”
The little girl replied, “Nope, there’s nothing to eat. We don’t even have leftovers if my mom doesn’t prepare food for Ann, so she could only starve.”
Back in the room, I couldn’t seem to sleep.
Ann’s words kept playing in my mind. No wonder Brandon was so familiar with this village. It turned out that it was not his first time visiting this place. I wondered how many children had died at this man’s hand.
That night, I didn’t manage to sleep well. At dawn, when I almost drifted off to sleep, I was awakened by the sound of people quarreling noisily from outside.
Ronald and the children were not in the house. After getting out of bed, I smoothed out my clothes and saw that wet shoes were dried by the fireplace. Just then, Amy came rushing in with her tear-stricken face. She dragged me out of the house though I was still putting on my shoes. “Ms. Stovall, please save my sister. She’s almost beaten to death by my mom.”
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