42. Nightmare

“I’m not what?” asked Sarah Lewis, bemusement painted all over her face.

Gray Stewart herself was startled by the words that came out of her mouth. She looked at Sarah who was visibly confused and insulted, then she calmed herself and sat back down. “N-nothing,” she quietly said.

The rest of the ride, nobody dared to speak. And they were tortured by the deafening silence that ensued. When they got off the cart, the two little girls were already waiting for them.

“Sopieeeee.” Elreese tightly hugged Zia who was slightly bigger than her. Her eyes were teary again.

“Don’t cry, El.” Zia wiped her cheeks with her chubby hands. “Let’s play again next time, okay?”

Elreese obediently nodded while sniffing her snot. “Okay.”