Niccoló
I storm out of the kitchen, shaking my head. I feel her behind me.
"Stop it! Stop trying to make me feel guilty!"
I whip around. "You are guilty! You are lying to that boy."
She scoffs. "I'm protecting him. That girl—"
"You're not protecting him! You just want him to be your little boy forever! But he's grown up. And he loves that girl! And if he's making a mistake, then you need to let him make it!"
"I will not let some random little girl come off the streets and hurt my son."
I sigh. "He's my son too. But you're hurting him just as much. He's trusting you. He's trusting us to tell him the truth! Manon," She avoids my eyes. "Manon, look at me!"
Her eyes are full of tears. I always hated that.
"You know, you know you're hurting him more than she ever did. Maybe she wasn't
