Chapter 7 Uncle Zurin

• CARLA
• “Excuse me. Can I get some milk?” I asked the only omega in the kitchen when I visited it to search for milk for Cherry. It was bedtime, and milk before sleep would help her get good sleep.
• “It’s in the fridge.” The omega pointed to the fridge with her finger without taking her gaze off the work of sorting out ingredients. Her tone was flat, but I knew she held annoyance inside her. Only if I could see her expression.