Mia ran out of the door. As the back of his fingers kept rubbing against the side of her face, her heartbeat quickened.
She once again felt the feeling of being unable to control her body. She climbed onto the playground, leaning against the fence of the flagpole and breathing deeply. Her chest rose and fell violently, and her eyes were bloodshot. After a moment, she slid to the ground powerlessly, like a white flower caught in a rainstorm. Her falling figure drew a thin, pale arc in the yellow sand, and became a scene of light and dark in the man's eyes.
Liam seized the opportunity and walked in while Mia was away. He coaxed his daughter to go to the playground to see what happened to the auntie. He dragged a chair over and lit a cigarette.
Smoke from between his fingers lingered aroun
