With the bundle of notes in his hands, he walked out of the kitchen and headed straight to where I didn't know. I just abruptly lifted my hands up in the air as I stood up from my chair.
"Where is he taking the money too?" I wondered as I strolled out of the kitchen. "I guess he is angry, by the way, do I really care about the money? No!
If he is that serious he would take it to my room. By the way, he is the one in trouble, not me." I mumbled slowly as I took steady steps out of my room.
A voice rang in my head, "What if that money is actually stolen? Look you barely even know this man, you only know that he is your mother's husband and nothing more to that." I paused to contemplate on what my what-if voice said to me.
Another voice retorted, "Look here, don't be afraid..you have see
