ANNABELLE'S POV

I watched as Amy ran to her room with tears in her eyes and I turned to look at Mary who was still holding the spatula while looking into thin air.

"Mary?" She blinked and looked at me before cleaning the tears in her eyes and letting out a smile.

"Go and talk to him, he needs you not me or anyone else" 

"No, you're coming with me and we are talking to both of them"

Mrs Bola had gone to her workplace minutes ago before they started their argument of course. Taking the spatula from her hand I kept it on the table and grabbed her hand ...