The Questions...The Happenings...

I loosened my grip on her arm and raised my other hand saying, "I'm not here to hurt you," trying my best to sound as not threatening as possible, considering she had every right to be scared. Once our eyes met and then she averted her gaze resting her head on the flat pillow, almost giving up.

I don’t know what Kenny Joy Mijares is planning or what she’s after but obviously, I’m just a few steps away. The whole thing is a setup. Meeting Kenny in the lounge became a way for me to be alone and I vaguely remember bringing her in to see the boys. I shook. God knows where they are or if they are still alive. Although, I thought she was smarter then. If she has them, she will use them for some kind of action. This is what I will do with her shoes. But the action for what?