Chapter 8

"Uncle..." Sara muttered, "I... I'm telling the truth."
Hank moved his fingers away but he didn't let Sara get up from his lap. Arms around her waist, he made a questioning sound, "Hmm?"
He then frowned. "Why is this girl's waist so thin? I could easily grasp it with one hand. Is she really eighteen, or is she eight?" He thought to himself.