Pain, Pain, Go Away - Chapter 5: The Girl and the Dressmaking Scissors

... once when I smelled the food.

I ordered a morning pancake set for both of us, then asked her while sipping coffee:

“We’ve had your father and your sister, so is your next target your mother?”

The girl slowly shook her head. She was yawning frequently, not having slept very well. Like yesterday, she was wearing my nylon jacket to hide the blood on her blouse.

“No. My mother, at least, didn’t bring me that much pain. Not that she was very kind, either. I’ll let her ...