Chapter 95. Avoid

"Who is she, Mama?" Amari asked.

"She's the owner of our new place," I answered.

"Our new place?" Amari inquired again.

"Yes, dear, our new home—"

"But we already have a home, right? At Papa's house?" she continued.

I couldn't answer. I fell silent until we got home. I don't know how will I answer her and thankfully, Amari didn't press further about it. She probably sensed that I didn't want to talk right now.

Carl and I startled each other in the kitchen when I went downstairs to get some water because we ran out of water upstairs.

"You go first," he said as we played an awkward game of chicken.

"Thank you," I replied, but I wasn't sure if he heard me because he left quickly after passing by.

I sighed as I sat down. I realized that we hadn't used this dining table in a long time. We hadn't eaten together since then. Nothing. From that day on, we felt like strangers to each other. I will not deny that I missed those dinners while