Arya's Pov:
With the apron still tied to my waist I rushed out of the kitchen.
"Mommy?" I called out as I rushed into her arms.
But she didn't hug me back and that got me wondering why she was becoming weird all of a sudden.
"Where did you get this?" She turned around holding the shirt I wore back from school.
"Good evening Mommy" I greeted her.
"That doesn't answer my question Arya! I just asked where in heaven's name you got this shirt?" She sounded a bit harsh to my surprise.
"Isn't it such a coincidence mommy? Your name is written on it" I playfully nudged her to see if she will smile but she didn't.
She looked like she was going to cry.
"Arya it's a simple question... Where in God's name did you get this shirt from?" She sounded furious.
"Someone gave it to me" I sharply replied.
"What? Someone gave you this? Who was it that gave you this? Just tell me who?" She was so curious.
"I don't fvcking know him mommy.... I don't know who he is.... I mea