Chapter 8

“It’s…delicious…” Amara mumbled with her mouth stuffed with cheese sandwiches. The mayonnaise smeared on her lips as she moaned in bliss. 

Martha smiled at her adorable reaction. She couldn't help but join in on the indulgence, grabbing a sandwich of her own and taking a bite. Though the sandwiches Martha made were simple—cheeses and grated veggies—but as Amara munched like a child, Martha was happy just by watching her eat. There was something about Amara that pulled Martha to her. Like a child, innocent and naive, who would look for happiness in little-little things. It had been only few days but Martha found herself drawing to her beauty and kindness. Perhaps it was the way Amara's eyes sparkled when she smiled, or the warmth in her voice when she spoke.

Her smile broader when Amara went for another sandwich. “Wow…they’re amazing!” Amara eyed the sandwiches as it was the last meal she was going to have. Martha was happy she made plenty to feed her. As she watched