12-31-2022, 01:34 PM
Lottie shrugged. Anne was not her child; Anne did not live under her roof. She had no way to know her current state. Lottie knew the girl was surrounded by men and boys who neither knew nor cared about the affairs of women. She was probably drowning in a sea of body odour, nose picking, and fish guts.
"I don't know, sorry. Anne?"
"I don't know, sorry. Anne?"