Chapter 29. Taking the Time

I couldn't read her, all I could see was the shock and that was all. Then she became distant like she was lost. She didn't look upset, sad, or even happy. And that confuses me, it made me wonder did I made a mistake.

Shit! Maybe I shouldn't have the fucker killed. Maybe I should just let him rot in jail. Maybe I should let him take the beatings just like she did, and he would learn his lesson the hard way.

God damn! Did I really just make a mistake?

Minutes after she left, Mable woke up, and then I was busy with our usual Sunday morning routine. Mable did ask for her, but I told her that Amanda would come by in a couple of more days.

"Auntie Amanda is busy...she needs to paint, work, you know the thing you said about us adults being boring by needing to work?" I explained while preparing her favorite pancake breakfast.

"But it's Sunday, you don't work on Sunday..." she pouted adorably, obviously wanting to s