Spookychild’s writings

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“Adara?” Marshall asked finally, pausing in the aid. “Can we talk now?”
Adara felt the danger of crying had passed, but she didn’t want to talk. She opened her eyes to look up at Marshall but said nothing.
Marshall saw the disdain in her eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry.” He spoke. And he said no more.
Adara couldn’t resist. He said something she wanted to be clarified. “Sorry for what?” She inquired, studying him
“I am sorry about your family. You deserve something better. You should have a different one.” He whispered. And he sighed again and looked away.
Adara narrowed her eyes. “How is my family your fault?”
“Because it is,” Marshall paused. “May I sit down?”
Adara nodded but didn’t open her mouth. Instead, she took the washcloth from him and watched him sit down.
Marshall took a deep breath and sunk onto the bed beside Adara. She watched him as he closed his eyes and counted to ten. He was about to reveal something he had promised never to tell. He had signed a legal document. If Dania found out, she would fire him at the very least. Who knew what else she could do to him. But it was clear things between Adara and the rest of the family were intolerable. And he owed it to Adara at least to tell her the truth and help her escape if she desired.
He opened his eyes and looked at the girl beside him. Adara was still staring at him. Where could he start the story? Marshall had heard once the best place to start the story was at the beginning. He turned to Adara. “I had a sister once.” He began. He paused. Adara blinked but otherwise didn’t move. “She died a long time ago.” Again, he stopped and looked at Adara.