The next morning Astrid dressed casually, covering her scarred palm with a loose-fitting sleeve.
She wore a skirt and leggings to conceal the scratches on her leg and let her hair down to hide the marks on her neck.
With a deep breath, she walked downstairs, relieved to find the area empty.
Her stomach growled, but fear kept her from eating. She decided to grab something outside, avoiding potential trouble.
As she stepped out, Larry approached. "Where are you going?'" he asked, confusion etched on his face.
"'To the office,'" Astrid replied, her voice firm.
Larry glanced toward the door, and Astrid shot him a warning look.
"Fine... ma'am, I dare not say no to you," Larry approved, driving them off the premises.
The previous night's events replayed in Astrid's mind, stirring emotions. How could Mattie be so heartless and cruel? Her mind kept asking.
