Sinful
But there seemed no way of it reaching me as I sensed footsteps nearly approaching me and eventually a hand reached to pull away the blanket above me.
My breath got stuck in my throat. “Hey… girl… hey… get up!” It was that old woman’s voice. She patted my back while I pretended I was asleep, she tapped my back again and I acted as if I was stirring out of my sleep, wiping my tears secretly and turning to her.
It was dark so we couldn’t see each other’s faces, “Yes?” I muffled groggily.
“Kristen is your name, am I right? Kristen De Silva,” She enquired as I gulped, not knowing if nodding or whispering ‘yes’ would be a correct decision.