Chapter 61

I stared at the closet doors that she closed behind her. She's been in there for a while now. Was she crying or she was avoiding me?

It's better I just leave. I hit myself in the head. ‘What was I thinking asking her to talk about it?’ I thought as I walked out of her room.

Why would she want to talk about her trauma? No less with me, someone she does not trust or feel comfortable with. "I really should watch my mouth" I thought.

I stopped in front of the kitchen and ran my hand through my hair. I looked at the char marks on the gas top and the unusable pan and grimaced.

Right there was also this.

I was so invested in making sure Lilian was okay that I forgot the pan on fire. Luckily, the smoke detectors made the sprinklers go off extinguishing the fire before it could do any real damage. I had to get that fixed before the kids showed up.

The pan reminded me that Lilian didn't have dinner. She must be famished now. I couldn't make her anything, this was so annoying. Maybe I should