"Okay...go and play with other kids." I shut my laptop and looked down at her.

"You don't want to play with me." She pouted her lips.

"Mommy is not well. Just one day. Tomorrow we will play. Okay?" I rubbed her hair. She was disappointed but thoughtfully nodded her head and ran out of the apartment.

I placed the book on the table and went back to my work but couldn't able to concentrate a bit. 'I don't want a murderer to be a father of my children. It's good for them to be ...