“Catherine? Go inside with Aunt Madelyn…please.” I said to my daughter without taking my eyes away from Gretta’s stoic face. I didn’t know why I suddenly became protective of my child but I could tell the person standing in front of me was not the same person I knew five years ago.
It was as if Gretta went through something that made the expression in her eyes look so unfamiliar and cold.
“Let’s go, Cath. Help me bathe the twins.” Madz’s face was pale and scared. She used to hang out with my older sister before and she was always awkward with her. Maybe it was because I failed to see that judging look in Gretta’s eyes whenever my best friend used to visit me in Sidney Mansion. Gretta never liked Madz.
“But Mom, she said she’s your sister! I want to stay.” Catherine protested. She frown
