Instinctively, she pulled her arm away from me and hid it behind her back once again. Averting her gaze, she looked down at the ground, refusing to look me in my eyes.
"It's not a big deal," she quickly muttered under her breath. "I was trying to cut some fruits for my kids and I accidentally cut myself," she continued to explain.
My eyes flickered over to the counter top at the corner of the room and sure enough, she wasn't lying, there were indeed some chopped apples resting on the chopping board while both her daughters were hiding behind a chair. The whole situation seemed bizarre.
My mind was buzzing with thoughts and questions were swirling inside of my head like a damn hurricane. I couldn't seem to understand or make sense of what was happening at that exact moment but all I knew was that my heart was pounding loudly against my chest.
