>Mallory
Sigh. I felt like I shot myself at the foot.
I stood there for a moment, staring at the cutting board, my fingers tightening around the knife completely lost in thought.
"Why the long face?" the voice of the man rang out. I lifted my head, who was busy cutting some vegetables, the steady sound of the knife filling the room. He was leaning at the counter, playing with an onion in his hand, tossing it lightly from one palm to the other like he had all the time in the world.
"Why do you think?" I shot back and turned my gaze back at the carrot I'm cutting, not even bothering to look at him.
I've got ahead with my emotions and says all kind of things. I feel like I had just made everything worse.
"Prove that love was real and I'll leave you and your son alone."
Is what the old man said, but how should I do that? The thought alone made my stomach twist.
Should I just kiss this man in the lips in front of them and get this over with?
