Chapter 32

“A playground?” I asked the obvious when we got to the field. Was he serious? A playground?

“Yes, do you like it?” He asked. I looked from the playground to the man who was asking me such a question. Why would Mr. Lance bring me to a playground?

“What are we doing here?” I asked, confusion written all over my face.

“To brighten your mood. You aren't in a good mood, right?”

I paused, not knowing what to say. How did he get to find out that I loved the playground? Was he spying on me? That's not possible even because I can't remember the last time I went to the playground for fun.

It was my favorite place when I was little till I lost my parents and I had to take care of Anna all by myself, meaning I had to grow up quickly.

It's been so long, years even so how did he know that I loved the playground?

When he saw that I wasn't going to respond to his question, he pulled me to a swing and made me sit on it. My fingers wrapped around the iron handles as I sat on it. My heart swells wit