#Chapter68

Is he thinking of me as a dog?

He came forward to hold my palm in his big hand. I wasn't willing. But he forced me and pulled me and moved forward. I can feel his warmth when his hand comes in contact with my hand. My palm looked so small compared to his.

He pulled me to walk with him. I don't know when he stopped.

" Wait here I have some work. " I heard him.

I just took a look at the place. It was an orphanage.

What work does he have here? I was in my thoughts when some small children pulled my fingers" sister,...