47~Hannah

~~Four years later~~

"Miss Hannah."

"Yes Olly?" I answered softly, smiling at her in the process.

She wrung her little fingers together. "I want to talk to you about something."

"Okay. Have a seat." I patted a spot next to me on the bench I sat on right outside the church building. I helped her up.

I scanned her pouty innocent face, "Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah. My mummy isn't here yet and I want to go home." Her voice came through as sad.

"What about your aunty?" I asked.

"She's with Uncle Simon." She pointed at the building.

"She still doesn't want to take a hint." I muttered. Olly happened to be Cindy's niece (her older sister's daughter) who still didn't like me by the way all because...

"Olly!"

"Oh here we go..." I held back the urge to roll my eyes at the dramatic woman who was stomping towards us in furious strides.

"What are you doing here? How many times have I told you to not go near this woman?!" She blatantly yelled at her daughter, forcefully dragging her