Chapter 24

• CHARLES
• There was a search in her eye. A look that expressed words shaped from her heart. It took me by both shock and rage that she really focused on a kid who barely knew her.
• Sometime in the past somebody took a gander at me the manner in which Matilda accomplished for Alexander. My mom. Briefly, I got a brief look at the lady whose heart I squashed with the centres of my own hands. Her tear-stricken face dribbled onto Matilda's as she tumbled to the floor with blood leaking from her body. At the point when her look met mine, my heart in a flash developed cold. A domain was based on the underpinning of the deficiency of my loved ones. It was a value that I needed to pay for showing no kindness.