He kept looking back and forth at the pictures and the young lady. The animal took her in her teen years. From his calculation, she was supposed to be eighteen or nineteen years old, though she looked way older.
At first, he had assumed she was in her thirties or something. His stomach knotted up every time he tried to think of all the vile things she and her daughter had been subjected to.
"This is delicious, master," Abby said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Yes, I can see Faith is enjoying it too," he replied, as the little girl smiled at him for the first time. He smiled back, asking if they needed any juice or water.
"Juice, we rarely get juice," she replied.
He was tempted to ask why but chose to ignore it. He got up and grabbed the juice and two glasses for them and placed them on the table.
