The eyes of a murderer

Anna showered and put on her clothes. It was still five o'clock in the morning, but she was too excited and anxious to stay in her room. She went into Ian's room and saw that he was asleep, and that Adam had put a mattress on the floor and was also asleep. He had probably been there all night. Anna wondered if he didn't want to miss any of his son's time. If so, it was because he already knew that he would be leaving soon, and that wasn't a bad thing. He was prepared for that possibility. It was as if he was getting over it and understanding.

She closed the door slowly and went down the stairs that had almost killed her and her son. She had no feelings for it. It no longer affected her. She went into the kitchen, and Judith was already preparing the coffee. As soon as she saw her, she turned red.

“Shall I pour you some coffee, Anna?”

Anna looked at her suspiciously, calling her by her first name was unusual, but she remembered in time that customs were different there. She s