Walking beside me, she whispered, "...What would you do if your mother was absolutely evil and wanted to kill you?"
"..."
My steps halted as I drew in a deep breath to steady my trembling heart.
Even though I knew she wasn't talking about my mother, I couldn't help but feel uneasiness crawling under my skin.
"Hello." She waved her hand in front of my face, making me focus on her. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing," I mumbled, shaking my head while resuming my walk. "Why did you ask...that question?"
"It's a hypothetical question." She shrugged a little. "What is your answer?"
"I would try to run away," I replied quietly, glancing up as the sun dimmed behind heavy clouds.
'...Rain? Really?'
I grumbled, picking up my pace.
Things weren't bad enough; now even the weather had to make things harder.
"What if you can't run away?" Nella mumbled, rubbing her cheek. "What if you're trapped?"
