MARTHA:
“Martha, where are you going to?” Sandra asked, as she watched me drag my travel bags downstairs.
“I want to discard some of the old clothes in this bag and sell them off. It just occurred to me that most of my clothes are old and worn out,” I replied calmly, seeing that Zara had left the house.
Sandra scowled and wanted to stop me, and the chef also frowned at me. However, Elena said sweetly, “Mom, let’s eat. It’s not like Martha has anywhere to run to. So don’t worry about her.”
A wave of relief washed over Sandra’s features. “You are right, Elena. I almost forgot that Martha doesn’t have anywhere she can run to.”
I ignored my stepmother and stepsister as the smell of the delicious food they were eating wafted through the air and into my nostrils.
My stomach growled with h
