CHAPTER 102

Chapter 102

I am a refugee like a butterfly

I stop just for a moment and the next moment I fly off

I am like a narrow lane that is seeming for the path to heaven

Wherever you'll turn

I'll turn in the same direction

I want to be a part of your caravan

Removing my flaws, I want to be a better person.

Previously, 

She opened the white door letting Amy inside before closing it gently.

Amy eyed the plain yet monochrome office before her gaze settled on an old man sitting behind his desk, fingers entwined, posture firm and if Amy wasn't wrong the look on his face was telling that he wasn't a bit happy to have her there.

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Amy continued to look at the man who was staring at her rigidly though his gaze faltered a bit, eyeing the baby carrier.

"Have a seat Mrs Saritas!" He said in a decent tone pointing to one of the black chairs in front of his desk.