House with No Window

I rushed toward Julia. She was screaming with pain. She was crying hysterically. I looked at her right hand, which was severely burned. I quickly stood Julia up. And make Julia sit on the chair. Emma was standing there, staring at Julia. There were no expressions on her face.

“How did this happen? How did you burn yourself?” I asked. Julia was crying profusely. She is not positioned to talk. Emma abruptly started talking. “The bowl of hot soup in my hand fell on Julia."

Emma was talking very casually. I find Emma’s behavior strange. I looked at the ground and put my hand on the ground. When I touched the floor, I felt that it was just water. It was not soup. "Why did Emma lie to me? The question was on my mind.

I was simply staring at Emma for a minute, then I looked at Julia, who was in severe pain. I then made her stand up and take her outside. As Emma saw me leaving, she grabbed my hand and stopped me.