"Edric, Edric?"
Ghania Quinlan was so shocked she stuttered, only to feel the Fisher family's gaze crashing down on her like a storm, especially Mrs. Fisher's, whose look was just short of overt disdain for her.
She forced a smile more hideous than tears and coaxed softly, "Don't you like the little bunny? It's okay, big sister can also make little cats and dogs, I'll peel another one for you. Which one do you like?"
"Do I look like I'm three?"
Edric Yancey showed her no kindly face, his still childlike features only expressing impatience. Although he wasn't three, he was obviously only five!
That day when he struggled in the river's waters, he saw her standing on the bridge, watching him coldly, gesturing and pointing at him, and now she was here, currying favor with him.