Mummy, can I tell you something?” Annabel whispered in her small voice.
“Yes, sweetheart. You can tell mummy anything.” Gloria said.
“Mummy, let's leave this place and go back home to daddy. The people here are not nice.” Annabel’s small voice trembled as she clutched Gloria’s shirt.
Gloria forced a weak smile and gently touched her daughter’s face. Her heart ached. She didn’t know how to answer that request. There was no way she would ever return to Victor’s house again. Not after everything he had done. But if she said no directly, Annabel might cry again.
So Gloria tried to change the direction of the conversation.
“Of course sweetie, but I have a better idea. What if we move to a nicer place, where you will be free to play and jump around as you like without anyone disturbing you?
