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She looked at the table clock on the bedside table.
02:35 am.
Oh God, how much she missed her, Nana. If the poor old lady was with her, she’d have been there to comfort her, rub her hair, and if possible, tell her stories.
Sophia wore her flip flops and tightened the sash on the robe around her small frame before opening the door softly. She quietly walked down the stairs till she reached the kitchen and switched on the lights.
She opened the refrigerator and brought out a carton of milk, then warmed it up as quickly and quietly as she could in order not to wake anyone up as she normally did for the past week but luck wasn't on her side that night.
However, the glass of milk in her hands fell down on the floor and shattered into pieces when her eyes landed on Chase-dr
