Đi vào. “Đứa trẻ quay lại và đi về phía ngôi nhà.” Tôi sẽ giúp bạn nếu tôi có thể. ” Tôi trở lại. “Tôi cau mày.” Giống như thế? ” “Anh ấy nói nhẹ nhàng. Khuôn mặt anh ấy đột nhiên già đi.” Ý tôi là mẹ tôi, con quái vật.
Come in.” The kid turned and walked toward the house. “I’ll help you if I can.” He paused, his brown eyes turned toward Stacy who now stood open-mouthed. “But you’ll have to do something for me in return.”I frowned. “Like what?””Hide me from my mother,” he said. His eyes were shiny with fresh tears.I snorted. “Do you mean your mother, the beauty queen?””No,” he said softly. His face suddenly seemed older. “I mean my mother, the monster.
K.D. Wood, Unwilling