"I do not understand why you insist on following me to the market," Samira frowned putting on her coat.
"Because I love and care for you, my dear. I want to make sure you do not accidentally hurt yourself since you are still recovering," Endrick beamed.
Samira scoffed, "If you truly loved me and cared for me as you say, you would tell me what I want to know.".
Endrick was silent, he had nothing to say to that. He did not want Samira to bring up sour topics. There was no need to.
"Moving on, are you ready?" he smiled.
Samira did not reply him, instead she walked out of their bedroom. Endrick grabbed his coat and followed after her.
"Brea," Samira called loudly. She called again when she did not hear a response.
"Brea!" this time her voice was much louder.
"Yes, mother," Brea's reply came from a distance.
"Can you come over here, I have been calling you," Samira frowned.
She heard the clacking of Brea's shoes as she walked through the hall.
