"You know her when she loses patience," he said.
No excuses. No questions about Lily's red cheek. Not a word for her.
Strapping her daughter in her car seat, the little girl put two fingers on her cheek and whispered: "Granny angry. As if the fault was hers.
That night, the mother found refuge at her friend Nora's house. A month earlier, after too much tension around Gloria's behavior, she had quietly packed a bag for Lily and opened a personal bank account. She simply told herself that she was taking precautions.
Sitting on Nora's bed, she finally accepted the truth: a part of her was waiting for Ethan to choose her and their daughter.
